My arm almost hung limp at my side as I just stared at her. She looked so different, so… foreign. The cold glare that she returned made my heart drop deep into my stomach. Before I could say anything, Scarlett immediately raced off down the street, her cape flowing dramatically behind her. I almost chased after her, but I stopped myself. I was convinced she wouldn’t want to speak to me again - how painful that was. But enough of me. Shaking myself out of the odd daze, I ran over to Georgia and knelt down by her. Her face was white, and her tiny form was shivering.
“Are you okay?” I asked, a sudden urge coming over me to calm her. “Did she hurt you?”
“No,” she got out, sniffing. “I-I can’t believe that was your sister. What… what happened to ‘er?”
“I don’t know,” I said, at that moment feeling very cold. “One thing is for sure though, she is definitely not my sister anymore. What happened here?”
“I was makin’ a thing for Irving when a group of those tall autos passed through!” Georgia related, still slightly shaking. “They had several crates with ‘em, filled with guns or somethin’. I thought they looked dangerous, but I couldn’t leave because Scarlett came up behind ‘em… she said if I told a soul I’d be dead tonight.”
I shook with what I told myself was concern, but I knew it was far more than that. My sister, the kind, polite, reserved girl, threatening people? Who knew Scarlett would come to this.
“Where were they headed?” I asked.
“Looked like the Business District.” she responded, pulling her coat tighter around her. “Careful though, guv. The way your sister was actin’, I wouldn’t be surprised if she hurt you herself.”
“I know,” I responded quietly. I glanced around to see little eyes belonging to orphans staring at me from the darkness; feeling responsible, I quickly started a mini fire in the center. Turning to Georgia, I said, “Stay safe, and don’t tell anyone where I’m going.”
“You’re gonna fight those autos yourself?” Georgia looked startled. “Guv…”
“All I need to do is destroy the crates. I’ll be in and out, don’t worry.” I squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. Standing up, I nodded my head toward her and ran off down the street, cocked pistols in my hands. I could do this without getting killed, right? Yep. I just hoped that Scarlett hadn’t gained supernatural strength, because in that case, I was metal scrap.
As I entered the Business District, I slowed my step. I wanted so badly to fight Scarlett alone, but I had a mission to destroy those crates. The Resistance was always first. I looked down the fork of streets, deciding what way to go when I felt my sister’s presence nearby. Ignore it, Ilayne! Ignore it! I decided the left path would be the best choice for the lashers, so down that street I went. The buildings and shops loomed over me, the darkness of the night surrounding me. But not a single regret crossed my mind as I hurried along, keeping my eyes out for any signs of the automations, or crates. I rounded another corner and smirked as I saw the lashers with the boxes.
“Finally! After a day-and-a-half!” I said loudly, crossing my arms. “You guys really thought you could get away with crates of fog dart guns without being chased down?”
The head of the lashers immediately scanned me with surprise. It stretched itself out into its battle form, encouraging the other lashers to do the same. “Alert 932! State your business. Curfew law in act-”
“I was never the type for curfews,” I smiled. “My reason for being here is a little obvious, don’t you think?”
The leader’s face contorted, and it’s arms spread out with a spark of electricity. “Command 2320, protection of the crates is in order. Reside to your housing or you will be forced.”
“That won’t be necessary.” I knew I couldn’t fight all ten of the lashers, but if I could stall, I could destroy the crates and be gone. As quick as I was able to, I fired both of my guns at the head lasher - the bullets were dodged by the lasher’s tentacle. I somersaulted to the side of the group, and as one of the lashers lashed out at me, I dodged and shot at it. It reeled, but before I could reload, another lasher ascended upon me and wrapped it’s tentacles around me. I struggled and whacked it’s chest with my gun, but not before a bolt of electricity shocked me. I groaned with pain as I fell through the automation’s arms and onto the ground. The lasher raised its arms again to strike - when it suddenly shattered to pieces, sending metal parts flying onto the ground beside me. Shocked and confused, I quickly turned to see Hanna with a rocket hammer in her hands.
“Hey, next time you host a party, don’t forget to invite us,” she smirked. Astounded, I could only stare up at her. Us?
Immediately, yells sounded from all the alleys nearby, and running out came none other than the Resistance. I saw Jacoby, Aislinn, Ariella, and many more people with their weapons, charging the lashers. I smile grew on my face with a little relief. Hanna just laughed and turned away, smashing another lasher while yelling things. I stood up and joined the rest of the others, feeling soooo much better. But out of the corner of my eye, someone else appeared… it was Mr. Ironheart! I had no time to think.
“Annaliese, Charles, take those two, they're getting away with the crates! Glo, Iliara, help me with the head lasher!” Goku yelled out. “Sambo, behind you! Watch it, Rachel!”
With only one goal in front of me, I shot at one of the lashers. It let out a automated cry and flung it’s arms at me, but not before a young man with a wrench hammer jumped out from nowhere and smashed them off. He quickly tipped his tattered hat at me.
“Granville!” he said with a smile. “You can call me G!”
I smiled back at him, and we both went back to fighting. In a matter of minutes, all the lashers had been completely demolished, leaving all the Resistance members gasping for breath. My hair was messed up and all in my face, my cheeks were red from the cold and I was shaking from exhaustion, but I had the biggest smile on my lips.
“We did it guys,” I said, eyes twinkling and looking at Hanna, who smiled back. “I guess that made up for the last battle we had?”
“This was ten times better,” Jacoby smirked.
“And way more satisfying,” Aislinn added.
I looked around at them all, and they all were smiling broadly. Then my eyes came upon Goku. I immediately diverted my gaze and looked down at the crates. “Well, um, Mr. Ironheart, should we destroy these?”
“By all means, yes.” Goku had his arms crossed. “Isn’t that what you came here to do?”
“Yes sir.” I glanced over at Hanna, who readied her hammer. Smash! Smash! Smash! All the while, the Resistance members looked on, while I looked up at the rooftops with guilt… to see my sister looking down on me. Before she disappeared yet again, another arrow of pain hit my heart. I looked back down to Goku, who was watching Hanna intently. If heartache didn't kill me first, my punishment from him would. I'm dead...
End of Account 24
People mentioned in this post:
@Scarlett_Darkhall @Hanna_Brassheart @Jacoby_Elderfun1 @Aislinn_Mollisong1 @Ariella_Newheart @Goku_Ironheart @Annaliese_Dancemuddle @Charles_Lampspeaker @Gloria_Oldenpinner @Iliara_Mustardtop (also including Sambo Gleamwalker, Rachel Blackruin, and Granville Darkgap)