It was a long, sleepless night. The chains bit into my tender skin like fangs, drawing blood. The chill of the stone wove into my very core, making me feel as if I was already dead.
Max was a restless sleeper. He twitched and mumbled and scrunched up his face as if he was in pain. In the silence, I could sometimes turn the grumbling into words. It seemed to me he was saying "Toecutter" over and over. It didn't make any sense to me, but I suppose it had to do with his mental instability.
It was beyond me how anyone could sleep here. The whole building vibrated as the heavy machinery outside worked tirelessly. It sounded to me as if the land was suffering, as if taking its oil was like taking its life force. I was forced to wonder in the quiet, think about the events of the day before. What happened to my sisters? Or Miss Giddy? Or Nux? It was far too easy for me to imagine a handfull of bullets being shot through their brains. But, why would they only capture me? Wouldn't they want all of the former wives? My skull throbbed with the effort my brain was putting into wrapping my head around this situation. I thought about what Feral would think when she arrived back and found the place in ruins. I could almost see her collapsing to her knees over the dead bodies of her friends, with bright tear streaks cutting through the clay. It wasn't her fault, nor was it Furiosa's. The flare could very well have been a war boy. After all, since Fury Road, a few war boys have turned up from the desert. And with the threat of Gas Town looming over our heads, it made sense that they took the fleet.
I did strongly believe that we had a chance, however small. Furiosa was a warrior, and I knew she wouldn't take this sitting down. Her and Feral would fight until their last dying breath, and even after that their soldiers will go on. My mind flickered back to Fury Road, when Feral mowed down her own war boys without a second thought. If she was so willing to kill the people she grew up with, I knew she would be more than willing to tear the throats of Gastown out. A twinge of pride sparked in my chest, like a match lit in a room with no oxygen. She would live up to her name, if she ever got the chance.
Dawn light began to leak through the crack under the door, causing dread to squeeze in my chest. The Gastown boy's words from before shook me to the bones. I was to become a wife to the new Gastown mayor. Would he be like the last? With his rolling flesh and mutilated face? I recoiled from the thought, running a nervous hand through my hair. My fingers caught in the new tangles that my struggling created. Someone could be here any moment to take me away.
Max awoke when the light turned from orange to blazing white. He didn't say a word to me, just gave me a quick look that seemed to read as concern. I must have looked awful, with my eyes all droppy, my hair disheveled, and my face smeared with dirt. I didn't speak to him either, because I didn't trust my voice to be steady.
There was a painfully loud clank sound. It came from the door, and I could see two little shadows cutting through the morning sunlight under the door. My whole body tensed, and my fingers dung into the fabric of my pants. I briefly felt a pang of gratitude towards Furiosa, because she had given me these clothes in trade for my old ones. They gave me a small dose of bravery, despite the gloomy circumstances.
The iron door creaked open with an air of hesitance. I expected a burly soldier to march in and take me away.
A tall, skinny figure of a boy slipped inside, closing the door behind him. He was all warmth and color, with skin that was a balance between the darkest skin and the lightest. His hair was black as night, and was messy and hung over his muddy eyes. He looked to be hispanic, according to the books I've read. He was all edges and angles, with a pointed nose and a sharp jawline. The clothing he sported was tattered and torn, and looked like he hasn't been able to aquire new ones in a long time, as his wrists dangled from the sleeves of his jacket. There was a fearful, timid glint in his expression, as if he thought I was going to scold him.
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Fanfiction| Part 2 of The War Girl | It's a dog eat dog world, some would say. As soon as one lets their guard down for more than a moment, snap! Their throat has been ripped out. We thought we escaped fury road unscathed, but we could not have been more wro...
