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Chapter 9
Triple's POV
"Yeah, no. I'm not going with you." I said, opening the boot of the car and taking out my crossbow.
Korse laughed. "Gracie, Gracie, Gracie. You don't know how to work that."
"Oh really? Try me."
"Go ahead. Take your best shot." I aimed, and was about to pull the trigger when...
"Not on me, you stupid girl. On your friends."
I laughed. "No. You or a drac." Korse sighed and went back inside.
"Quick, let's go!"
"He'll be back in less than a minute, there no point. I'm sick of running." As I said this, Korse came back out, dragging a Drac behind him.
"You want to prove yourself? Go ahead." He held the drac still, in front of him.
"With pleasure." I fired.
The ray of light missed the drac. But it hit Korse, cutting into his arm as it glanced off him. The cut immediately started bleeding. "You little bitch!"
"Me? You kill people on a daily basis," I said, getting a grenade out of my pocket behind my back. They hadn’t even searched me when I was captured. "And give everyone else pills so they're just zombies." I walked over to a huge car; it was built like a tank. "Maybe I am a bitch. But I'm not a monster. And when I'm older, you better fucking watch your back." I gestured to the guys to get into the car, which they did. "Because I will destroy this 'empire' of yours. I'll make sure you see the whole thing. And then, only then, I will come for you, and make sure you pay." I pulled the pin out of the grenade and put it down under the car. But Korse didn't notice any of this. He was attending to his arm.
"Is that so?"
"You better believe it." I jumped in the car and we sped off. We had been driving for seconds when we heard the explosion. I turned in my seat, and saw the car was on fire. Smirking, I told Gerard to stop. I got out of the car and went up to the building. Picking my way through parts of the car, I spray-painted the wall where it had been parked. 'You thought I was kidding. This is just the start.' I got back in the car and we drove back to the diner.
I checked for bugs (both in the car and the diner) when we got back, then went to bed. This whole being-kidnapped thing was exhausting. I kept my gun beside my bed, though. I had basically started the biggest shit-storm ever at the Scarecrow unit. But that was the idea, right? We wanted change, and one way or another; we were going to get it.
3 years later, I was ready to destroy Korse and his empire. I was 14 then, and trained as best as I could be. The past 3 years had been eventful. A girl of 16 was going to fight with us, she was called Radio Demon. She had escaped Battery City when she was 15 and could take on anything. She didn’t like ray guns that much, but she was amazing with throwing knives, swords and spears. Radio normally stayed with Dr. D, hence her name. He had got ill recently, and she had taken over the broadcasts. He was going to be fine, though.
Radio had been through a lot. She was originally in the outer zones, where it was less dangerous. But there was a surprise attack and everyone in the tiny village she was in was captured or ghosted. Her parents were killed, alongside her brother. She was taken to Battery City and adopted by an abusive family. They hated her, so much. They would carve words into her body with knives and beat her senseless. After 6 years, she took a knife out of a kitchen drawer and escaped, only that knife and the clothes on her back to her name. She soon found us, having read about us in the papers and seen the posters.
“Triple, you can’t just stroll in there. You need a plan.” Party said. I knew his real name was Gerard, but I didn’t like using real names anymore. I knew all of their real names, they knew mine, and it didn’t make a difference.
“And I have one.” I replied, handing him a notebook, which he flipped through. “I’m leaving tomorrow, whether you lot come with me or not is your choice.”
“Don’t be stupid, of course we’re going with you.”
“Good.”
“Seriously, your plan is brilliant.”
“Really?” Party nodded.
“If this doesn’t bring them down, nothing will.”
“That doesn’t sound very promising.”
“But it is.”
Radio Demon’s POV
I was outside, round the back of the diner, practicing with my knives on thick cardboard, a cut-out of a drac. I threw three knives in quick succession, one hitting the head, one the heart and the last the stomach.
“You need to teach me how you do that.” I heard someone say from behind me.
“You don’t need it, Triple. You, your gun and your crossbow are the highest-quality killing-machine in the zones.”
“What about Korse?”
“He’s getting older now.”
“3 years isn’t anything.”
“It’s enough. You could easily take him down.”
“What’ll happen after that?”
“It will take a while, but things will go back to normal.”
“The way they were, you mean. This is normal now.”
“I suppose.”
“Anyway, we’re going to try tomorrow, you in?”
“Of course.” I took the knives out of the cut-out and handed one to her. “It’s in the wrist. Even if you aim perfectly, have a strong throw, all that shit, if you don’t use your wrist right you won’t throw right.” I threw one of my knives at the nearby desert tree, and it stuck.
“Okay.” Triple aimed for the cut-out and hit its shoulder. “Bugger, I was going for the head.”
“It doesn’t really matter. With these knives, as long as you get a hit, that bastard with the knife sticking out of him isn’t gonna be moving any time soon.”
"Yeah, no. I'm not going with you." I said, opening the boot of the car and taking out my crossbow.
Korse laughed. "Gracie, Gracie, Gracie. You don't know how to work that."
"Oh really? Try me."
"Go ahead. Take your best shot." I aimed, and was about to pull the trigger when...
"Not on me, you stupid girl. On your friends."
I laughed. "No. You or a drac." Korse sighed and went back inside.
"Quick, let's go!"
"He'll be back in less than a minute, there no point. I'm sick of running." As I said this, Korse came back out, dragging a Drac behind him.
"You want to prove yourself? Go ahead." He held the drac still, in front of him.
"With pleasure." I fired.
The ray of light missed the drac. But it hit Korse, cutting into his arm as it glanced off him. The cut immediately started bleeding. "You little bitch!"
"Me? You kill people on a daily basis," I said, getting a grenade out of my pocket behind my back. They hadn’t even searched me when I was captured. "And give everyone else pills so they're just zombies." I walked over to a huge car; it was built like a tank. "Maybe I am a bitch. But I'm not a monster. And when I'm older, you better fucking watch your back." I gestured to the guys to get into the car, which they did. "Because I will destroy this 'empire' of yours. I'll make sure you see the whole thing. And then, only then, I will come for you, and make sure you pay." I pulled the pin out of the grenade and put it down under the car. But Korse didn't notice any of this. He was attending to his arm.
"Is that so?"
"You better believe it." I jumped in the car and we sped off. We had been driving for seconds when we heard the explosion. I turned in my seat, and saw the car was on fire. Smirking, I told Gerard to stop. I got out of the car and went up to the building. Picking my way through parts of the car, I spray-painted the wall where it had been parked. 'You thought I was kidding. This is just the start.' I got back in the car and we drove back to the diner.
I checked for bugs (both in the car and the diner) when we got back, then went to bed. This whole being-kidnapped thing was exhausting. I kept my gun beside my bed, though. I had basically started the biggest shit-storm ever at the Scarecrow unit. But that was the idea, right? We wanted change, and one way or another; we were going to get it.
3 years later, I was ready to destroy Korse and his empire. I was 14 then, and trained as best as I could be. The past 3 years had been eventful. A girl of 16 was going to fight with us, she was called Radio Demon. She had escaped Battery City when she was 15 and could take on anything. She didn’t like ray guns that much, but she was amazing with throwing knives, swords and spears. Radio normally stayed with Dr. D, hence her name. He had got ill recently, and she had taken over the broadcasts. He was going to be fine, though.
Radio had been through a lot. She was originally in the outer zones, where it was less dangerous. But there was a surprise attack and everyone in the tiny village she was in was captured or ghosted. Her parents were killed, alongside her brother. She was taken to Battery City and adopted by an abusive family. They hated her, so much. They would carve words into her body with knives and beat her senseless. After 6 years, she took a knife out of a kitchen drawer and escaped, only that knife and the clothes on her back to her name. She soon found us, having read about us in the papers and seen the posters.
“Triple, you can’t just stroll in there. You need a plan.” Party said. I knew his real name was Gerard, but I didn’t like using real names anymore. I knew all of their real names, they knew mine, and it didn’t make a difference.
“And I have one.” I replied, handing him a notebook, which he flipped through. “I’m leaving tomorrow, whether you lot come with me or not is your choice.”
“Don’t be stupid, of course we’re going with you.”
“Good.”
“Seriously, your plan is brilliant.”
“Really?” Party nodded.
“If this doesn’t bring them down, nothing will.”
“That doesn’t sound very promising.”
“But it is.”
Radio Demon’s POV
I was outside, round the back of the diner, practicing with my knives on thick cardboard, a cut-out of a drac. I threw three knives in quick succession, one hitting the head, one the heart and the last the stomach.
“You need to teach me how you do that.” I heard someone say from behind me.
“You don’t need it, Triple. You, your gun and your crossbow are the highest-quality killing-machine in the zones.”
“What about Korse?”
“He’s getting older now.”
“3 years isn’t anything.”
“It’s enough. You could easily take him down.”
“What’ll happen after that?”
“It will take a while, but things will go back to normal.”
“The way they were, you mean. This is normal now.”
“I suppose.”
“Anyway, we’re going to try tomorrow, you in?”
“Of course.” I took the knives out of the cut-out and handed one to her. “It’s in the wrist. Even if you aim perfectly, have a strong throw, all that shit, if you don’t use your wrist right you won’t throw right.” I threw one of my knives at the nearby desert tree, and it stuck.
“Okay.” Triple aimed for the cut-out and hit its shoulder. “Bugger, I was going for the head.”
“It doesn’t really matter. With these knives, as long as you get a hit, that bastard with the knife sticking out of him isn’t gonna be moving any time soon.”
Notes
A/NBAM. Radio demon is my killjoy name, but you know *shrugs*
Hope you like it!
Gemma xo
5/7/13