Bennie spent a bit more time with Sprout before leaving his room. The boy was exhausted. He needed the rest.
Stepping outside once more, he was greeted by the murmurs of a large crowd gathered around a makeshift pyre. A man had apparently been burned at the stake from the looks of it, "What the fuck?" Bennie muttered as he walked down the boarding ramp. Then he spotted her... Amy. She did this.
God dammit.
"BENNIE!" A familiar voice shouted. As he looked in the direction of the voice he saw Cameron and Carlos running to him. "We were tending to the wounded... w-w-we only figured out something was going on outside when we heard the screams." Cameron explained through ragged breaths.
Cameron wore a bandage around her head as well as a few more on her arms, hands and face. Most of hers and Carlos' injuries were superficial. Tallahassee, on the other hand had suffered a broken jaw and a few broken ribs. Carlos had fixed him up rather well and left him to recover in one of the triage tents.
"I don't hear anymore screaming." Bennie stated, plainly.
Carlos furrowed his brow and looked in the direction of the pyre, "I spoke to one of the mercs. He said she was going on about, 'sending a message'."
Bennie crossed his arms over his chest, "And who's message is that? Last time I checked Amy was a Maiden. I don't recall the Captain ordering something so... ostentatious."
"That's one way of putting it." Cameron sighed.
Carlos looked to the two troubled Maidens, "Somehow I don't think Pixie would be too disappointed."
"That's where you're wrong," The big man glared at Carlos, "She's not like she was back then."
"Oh, really? What makes you say that?" Carlos' tone was far more venomous than usual. Bennie had struck a nerve.
"She told me herself," Bennie's eyes found there way back towards the pyre. Amy was gone. "She regrets it, you know? She's never stopped regretting what she did."
Carlos glared at Bennie for a long while. Eventually, Cameron took notice, "Uh, did I miss something?"
"Nothing," Carlos muttered, "I'm going back to triage." And with that, the thief was gone.
After watching him leave, Cameron stepped closer to Bennie and watched the flames of the pyre die down, "This isn't the kind of message we want to be sending after all this, is it?"
"No," Bennie sighed. "It certainly isn't."
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Sprout couldn't sleep. Too much had happened today. Too many questions had been left unanswered.
Too many wounds were still fresh.
Frustrated, Sprout rolled out of bed and started for the door. He'd only been lying there for fifteen minutes or so, but he was particularly impatient. He was also worrying about her. Maybe he'd be able to get some shut eye if it was by her side.
Sneaking out of his room, Sprout made his way towards the medbay. All of the bodies had been cleared out of the halls on the main deck now, thankfully. He'd be content not to see another dead kid as long as he lived.
How the fuck did you do it, Ma'?
Eventually, he arrived at his destination. Slipping into the medbay, Sprout spotted his mother laid out on the bed where he'd left her earlier. She was sound asleep now. Sliding a stool to her bedside, he took a seat.
She looked so peaceful when she was asleep. She always did. It was weird... someone having so many different sides to them. Being her son, Sprout had intimate experience dealing with them all. Hours earlier she had been a heartless killing machine, mowing down anything and anyone that got between her and Austin. After that, she'd been a loving mother that missed her beloved children. Now? Now she was vulnerable, wounded woman, lost in some pleasant dream... or nightmare.
Sprout had small scars on his arms from when she'd dig her nails into him in the middle of the night. Involuntarily, of course. Sometimes after a mission she'd ask him to spend the night with her. Having him nearby comforted her and he loved her, so of course he'd comply. But every so often she'd have a nightmare. A really bad one. She never spoke to him about them, but if the way she dug into his skin was anything to go off of, they were bad.
Now, however... now she didn't look like she was having a nightmare. In fact, he could swear she was smiling.
"Sprout..."
The boy had been drifting off when he suddenly heard his name. Straightening himself up, he smiled and took his mother's hand in his, "Hey Ma'."
She smiled weakly and turned her head too look at him, "You should get some rest, Sprout."
"I know," He admitted, "But, I dunno... I can't sleep. There's jus' too much goin' on, ya' know?" Pixie gave an understanding nod. The two of them searched the other's eyes and shared a long silence. Eventually, Sprout looked down at his knees. "There are... a lot of thin's I wanna talk to you about. I 'ave a lot of questions."
Pixie pursed her lips, "I reckon you do."
Her boy shrugged, "Th-they can wait though. I don' wanna stress you out right now, ya' know?"
"Yeah," Pixie frowned. "I'm sorry, Sprout... I wish I could be stronger."
"It's okay, Ma'," He met her gaze and grinned. "I can be strong fer both of us."
Pixie smiled sadly, "Yer too good fer this world, kid," Reaching out, she rest her hand on his cheek. "I'm glad ta' see Feroxi didn' change you."
A chill ran down Sprout's spine as his mother touched his face. How was it that she could be so gentle? So loving?
It was the same hand she'd used to hurt him so many times as a child.
Sprout laid his hand on hers and returned the smiled, "It's 'cause I have the best Ma' in the world."
Pixie mock-slapped his cheek and giggled, "Oh shove it! You'll make yer mama blush!"
"That ain't hard!" He chuckled. "I love you Ma'. No matter what kinda shit that happens, I'll always love you."
"That goes double fer me!" She squeezed his hand. She looked him over and nodded. "You've grown into quite the man, ya' know."
Sprout blushed, "Whatever."
"You'll take good care of 'er, I know you will."
"Lily?"
Pixie cocked an eyebrow, "Yeah, who the fuck'd you think I was talkin' about?" She chuckled.
"We'll take care of each other." Sprout corrected.
"Sure," She grinned. "Never let 'er go, you understand me? You two stick together. Always."
"Always." Sprout agreed.
The two spoke for awhile longer, until Pixie eventually fell back asleep. Sprout remained by her side, his hand in hers.
He wouldn't sleep for awhile still.
There was just too much on his mind.
Where are you Liz?
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Elizabeth woke early the next morning to a numb sensation in her fingers and toes. She'd been utterly drowned in pain killers and could hardly even register her extremities. Getting up and stretching wasn't going to be on the menu for at least a few more days. Being thrown from a crawler wasn't the most enjoyable experience, that was for sure. Now she understood how Florian must have felt.
And did that ***** really punch her in the face? She'd never been hit like that before. Focusing her eyes on the small nose between them proved to be much easier now that she had a massive splint on it. She'd be sure to stay away from a mirror for as long as possible. She couldn't even fathom how grotesque she looked right now.
She didn't know for how long, but she spent the better part of the morning letting her mind wander, unable to fall back asleep. Sprout, Lilith, Maria and Cranston... she didn't have much hope for the old man, but the other three? She hoped they made it home. She thought of little else, really.
Eventually a nurse came to check up on her and was delighted to see she had woken up, "Oh, good morning M'lady. Is there anything I can get you? We'll have breakfast prepared, posthaste."
Elizabeth struggled to shake her head, "No, that won't be necessary. I don't have much of an appetite."
"I'm sorry M'lady, but you have to eat. You're our patient and we have a respon---"
"I get it," Elizabeth interrupted. "Fine."
"Your personal guard will be called in as well." The nurse mentioned as she turned to leave.
"Personal guard?"
"Yes," The nurse turned to look at the girl. "One of Lord Basilio's best men will look after you up until the wedding."
I almost forgot about the wedding...
"What's the soldier's name?" Elizabeth asked.
"Asad. Major Asad Harel," A voice called out from the hall just as the nurse was opening the door. Looking past the nurse, Elizabeth spotted a black woman with several bandages on her face. It was one of the soldiers that had captured her. "The guy that you shot at."
"You..." Elizabeth muttered.
Mila stepped inside the room, pushing the nurse out of the way, "Hey, you can't---"
"Shut up and go get that breakfast already!" Mila spat as she pushed the nurse towards the door. The nurse did as she was told and quickly scurried out of the room.
"What do you want?" Elizabeth's eyes bore into Mila's.
"How's the nose?" She asked with a grin.
"How's the neck?" Elizabeth countered.
Mila stood at the foot of Elizabeth bed and crossed her arms across her chest, "You better watch yourself around here, M'lady. You may be able to sweet talk everyone else, but I know a feint when I see one. This story doesn't end with you cutting my lord's throat in his sleep."
Elizabeth's eyes narrowed, "Spare me," Mila cocked an eyebrow. "Your inflated sense of self importance disgusts me. Whether I chose to embrace Lord Basilio or stab him in the back is none of your concern. In the end, you'll still get a paycheck. You'll still just be a gun for hire. A dog of death. A warm body people like me expend to get what we want. You're nothing."
Taken aback for a moment, Mila sneered, "Fuck you!"
Elizabeth wore a cruel smile, "Mind who you are speaking to."
Mila's eye twitched in anger. She wanted to hit her a few more times in the face. Ad a few more bruises to that pretty, pale face. In the end, she gritted her teeth and turned to leave.
She stopped in the doorway when Elizabeth suddenly called out to her, "My condolences about your squad, by the way. I heard most of them died rather horribly."
Mila bowed her head as her fingers dug into the door frame. Without bothering to turn her head and look at the noble, she replied, "And I heard Lord Basilio likes fucking his bitches in the ass. Good day, M'lady."
Mila slammed the door shut as she left.
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Tsubaki woke from her nap when she heard something vibrating on the nightstand nearby, "I think someone's paging you." She muttered as she rolled away from Asad. And started falling asleep again.
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Bennie wasn't going to both dealing with Amy now. He wasn't even sure where she'd gone to. It was probably better if she talked to Pixie about it first, anyway.
Cameron had gone inside the ship to get something to eat, leaving Bennie by himself again. Making his way through the rows of environmental tents, he figured he'd check in on some of the prisoners he had freed. Stepping into the tent, he noticed one lone physician tending to the wounded. It was a young latina woman from the looks of it, "How are they doing, Doc?"
Stepping outside once more, he was greeted by the murmurs of a large crowd gathered around a makeshift pyre. A man had apparently been burned at the stake from the looks of it, "What the fuck?" Bennie muttered as he walked down the boarding ramp. Then he spotted her... Amy. She did this.
God dammit.
"BENNIE!" A familiar voice shouted. As he looked in the direction of the voice he saw Cameron and Carlos running to him. "We were tending to the wounded... w-w-we only figured out something was going on outside when we heard the screams." Cameron explained through ragged breaths.
Cameron wore a bandage around her head as well as a few more on her arms, hands and face. Most of hers and Carlos' injuries were superficial. Tallahassee, on the other hand had suffered a broken jaw and a few broken ribs. Carlos had fixed him up rather well and left him to recover in one of the triage tents.
"I don't hear anymore screaming." Bennie stated, plainly.
Carlos furrowed his brow and looked in the direction of the pyre, "I spoke to one of the mercs. He said she was going on about, 'sending a message'."
Bennie crossed his arms over his chest, "And who's message is that? Last time I checked Amy was a Maiden. I don't recall the Captain ordering something so... ostentatious."
"That's one way of putting it." Cameron sighed.
Carlos looked to the two troubled Maidens, "Somehow I don't think Pixie would be too disappointed."
"That's where you're wrong," The big man glared at Carlos, "She's not like she was back then."
"Oh, really? What makes you say that?" Carlos' tone was far more venomous than usual. Bennie had struck a nerve.
"She told me herself," Bennie's eyes found there way back towards the pyre. Amy was gone. "She regrets it, you know? She's never stopped regretting what she did."
Carlos glared at Bennie for a long while. Eventually, Cameron took notice, "Uh, did I miss something?"
"Nothing," Carlos muttered, "I'm going back to triage." And with that, the thief was gone.
After watching him leave, Cameron stepped closer to Bennie and watched the flames of the pyre die down, "This isn't the kind of message we want to be sending after all this, is it?"
"No," Bennie sighed. "It certainly isn't."
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Sprout couldn't sleep. Too much had happened today. Too many questions had been left unanswered.
Too many wounds were still fresh.
Frustrated, Sprout rolled out of bed and started for the door. He'd only been lying there for fifteen minutes or so, but he was particularly impatient. He was also worrying about her. Maybe he'd be able to get some shut eye if it was by her side.
Sneaking out of his room, Sprout made his way towards the medbay. All of the bodies had been cleared out of the halls on the main deck now, thankfully. He'd be content not to see another dead kid as long as he lived.
How the fuck did you do it, Ma'?
Eventually, he arrived at his destination. Slipping into the medbay, Sprout spotted his mother laid out on the bed where he'd left her earlier. She was sound asleep now. Sliding a stool to her bedside, he took a seat.
She looked so peaceful when she was asleep. She always did. It was weird... someone having so many different sides to them. Being her son, Sprout had intimate experience dealing with them all. Hours earlier she had been a heartless killing machine, mowing down anything and anyone that got between her and Austin. After that, she'd been a loving mother that missed her beloved children. Now? Now she was vulnerable, wounded woman, lost in some pleasant dream... or nightmare.
Sprout had small scars on his arms from when she'd dig her nails into him in the middle of the night. Involuntarily, of course. Sometimes after a mission she'd ask him to spend the night with her. Having him nearby comforted her and he loved her, so of course he'd comply. But every so often she'd have a nightmare. A really bad one. She never spoke to him about them, but if the way she dug into his skin was anything to go off of, they were bad.
Now, however... now she didn't look like she was having a nightmare. In fact, he could swear she was smiling.
"Sprout..."
The boy had been drifting off when he suddenly heard his name. Straightening himself up, he smiled and took his mother's hand in his, "Hey Ma'."
She smiled weakly and turned her head too look at him, "You should get some rest, Sprout."
"I know," He admitted, "But, I dunno... I can't sleep. There's jus' too much goin' on, ya' know?" Pixie gave an understanding nod. The two of them searched the other's eyes and shared a long silence. Eventually, Sprout looked down at his knees. "There are... a lot of thin's I wanna talk to you about. I 'ave a lot of questions."
Pixie pursed her lips, "I reckon you do."
Her boy shrugged, "Th-they can wait though. I don' wanna stress you out right now, ya' know?"
"Yeah," Pixie frowned. "I'm sorry, Sprout... I wish I could be stronger."
"It's okay, Ma'," He met her gaze and grinned. "I can be strong fer both of us."
Pixie smiled sadly, "Yer too good fer this world, kid," Reaching out, she rest her hand on his cheek. "I'm glad ta' see Feroxi didn' change you."
A chill ran down Sprout's spine as his mother touched his face. How was it that she could be so gentle? So loving?
It was the same hand she'd used to hurt him so many times as a child.
Sprout laid his hand on hers and returned the smiled, "It's 'cause I have the best Ma' in the world."
Pixie mock-slapped his cheek and giggled, "Oh shove it! You'll make yer mama blush!"
"That ain't hard!" He chuckled. "I love you Ma'. No matter what kinda shit that happens, I'll always love you."
"That goes double fer me!" She squeezed his hand. She looked him over and nodded. "You've grown into quite the man, ya' know."
Sprout blushed, "Whatever."
"You'll take good care of 'er, I know you will."
"Lily?"
Pixie cocked an eyebrow, "Yeah, who the fuck'd you think I was talkin' about?" She chuckled.
"We'll take care of each other." Sprout corrected.
"Sure," She grinned. "Never let 'er go, you understand me? You two stick together. Always."
"Always." Sprout agreed.
The two spoke for awhile longer, until Pixie eventually fell back asleep. Sprout remained by her side, his hand in hers.
He wouldn't sleep for awhile still.
There was just too much on his mind.
Where are you Liz?
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Elizabeth woke early the next morning to a numb sensation in her fingers and toes. She'd been utterly drowned in pain killers and could hardly even register her extremities. Getting up and stretching wasn't going to be on the menu for at least a few more days. Being thrown from a crawler wasn't the most enjoyable experience, that was for sure. Now she understood how Florian must have felt.
And did that ***** really punch her in the face? She'd never been hit like that before. Focusing her eyes on the small nose between them proved to be much easier now that she had a massive splint on it. She'd be sure to stay away from a mirror for as long as possible. She couldn't even fathom how grotesque she looked right now.
She didn't know for how long, but she spent the better part of the morning letting her mind wander, unable to fall back asleep. Sprout, Lilith, Maria and Cranston... she didn't have much hope for the old man, but the other three? She hoped they made it home. She thought of little else, really.
Eventually a nurse came to check up on her and was delighted to see she had woken up, "Oh, good morning M'lady. Is there anything I can get you? We'll have breakfast prepared, posthaste."
Elizabeth struggled to shake her head, "No, that won't be necessary. I don't have much of an appetite."
"I'm sorry M'lady, but you have to eat. You're our patient and we have a respon---"
"I get it," Elizabeth interrupted. "Fine."
"Your personal guard will be called in as well." The nurse mentioned as she turned to leave.
"Personal guard?"
"Yes," The nurse turned to look at the girl. "One of Lord Basilio's best men will look after you up until the wedding."
I almost forgot about the wedding...
"What's the soldier's name?" Elizabeth asked.
"Asad. Major Asad Harel," A voice called out from the hall just as the nurse was opening the door. Looking past the nurse, Elizabeth spotted a black woman with several bandages on her face. It was one of the soldiers that had captured her. "The guy that you shot at."
"You..." Elizabeth muttered.
Mila stepped inside the room, pushing the nurse out of the way, "Hey, you can't---"
"Shut up and go get that breakfast already!" Mila spat as she pushed the nurse towards the door. The nurse did as she was told and quickly scurried out of the room.
"What do you want?" Elizabeth's eyes bore into Mila's.
"How's the nose?" She asked with a grin.
"How's the neck?" Elizabeth countered.
Mila stood at the foot of Elizabeth bed and crossed her arms across her chest, "You better watch yourself around here, M'lady. You may be able to sweet talk everyone else, but I know a feint when I see one. This story doesn't end with you cutting my lord's throat in his sleep."
Elizabeth's eyes narrowed, "Spare me," Mila cocked an eyebrow. "Your inflated sense of self importance disgusts me. Whether I chose to embrace Lord Basilio or stab him in the back is none of your concern. In the end, you'll still get a paycheck. You'll still just be a gun for hire. A dog of death. A warm body people like me expend to get what we want. You're nothing."
Taken aback for a moment, Mila sneered, "Fuck you!"
Elizabeth wore a cruel smile, "Mind who you are speaking to."
Mila's eye twitched in anger. She wanted to hit her a few more times in the face. Ad a few more bruises to that pretty, pale face. In the end, she gritted her teeth and turned to leave.
She stopped in the doorway when Elizabeth suddenly called out to her, "My condolences about your squad, by the way. I heard most of them died rather horribly."
Mila bowed her head as her fingers dug into the door frame. Without bothering to turn her head and look at the noble, she replied, "And I heard Lord Basilio likes fucking his bitches in the ass. Good day, M'lady."
Mila slammed the door shut as she left.
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Tsubaki woke from her nap when she heard something vibrating on the nightstand nearby, "I think someone's paging you." She muttered as she rolled away from Asad. And started falling asleep again.
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Bennie wasn't going to both dealing with Amy now. He wasn't even sure where she'd gone to. It was probably better if she talked to Pixie about it first, anyway.
Cameron had gone inside the ship to get something to eat, leaving Bennie by himself again. Making his way through the rows of environmental tents, he figured he'd check in on some of the prisoners he had freed. Stepping into the tent, he noticed one lone physician tending to the wounded. It was a young latina woman from the looks of it, "How are they doing, Doc?"