She raised her hand to her face to see the faint colors of blood darkening her hand. She wanted to scream, but the pain kept her from getting enough air in her lungs. She swore that she could hear the faint sounds of the soldiers feet stomping on the floor and the sound of Tavish screaming for her. He was right next to her so why was he screaming? Victoria thought. She saw his mouth form words but she couldn't distinguish the sounds.
Her head lolled to one side and the other as she tried to raise her head. Her mouth wouldn't form words, and she felt as if she was slowly slipping away from reality. Words echoed from the soldiers in her head as they found their spot in the closet. The first soldier who opened the door spotted her first and paused. Two other soldiers rushed over to the closet, pushing the first one out of the way. They seized her brother and that brought on a new wave of energy and anger. Victoria, in her bloody and battered state, lurched up from the floor of the closet and scrambled to attack one of the soldiers holding her brother.
The soldier who opened the closet first grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back, unflinching as she screamed. She flailed her limbs around trying to free herself from the man's iron grip. She needed to reach her brother. She knew they were going to kill him.
"Let him go! He didn't do anything! We just repair equipment!" She shouted at them. Her voice began to grow hoarse as they bound Tavish's arms in a pair of mechanical hand cuffs. He sat there with his sweaty head turned toward his sister, keeping his gaze on her as if those were his last moments. Victoria felt her strength slip away. She nearly fell limp in the soldiers arms. She watched as they pulled him away. Their eyes gazed upon each other for the last time, and Victoria felt her legs give way. The soldier that held her still was the only one that remained. He was quite possibly the only one that had a heart.
Victoria looked up at his face as she lay in his lap on the floor. All she knew was gone, her life may as well be forfeit. She stared blankly at the man's protective black face mask as if she were already dead.
She felt the cool air of her home rush over her skin and steal the warmth from her body. Slowly, but surely, she had began to shake. The soldier, all clad in a sleek, black uniform, pulled off his face mask and placed a gloved hand on her cheek. He then moved his hand to her forehead. Her green eyes stared back up at his in alarm. He was a soldier, he should be leaving her to die. She should be bleeding out on the floor while he marched back with his colleagues to the citadel where they would kill her brother.
Instead, the man reached over for a folded sheet that sat on the floor when the rest of his squad stormed in earlier. He ripped the sheet into two strips, one to stop the bleeding from her chest, and the other to stop the bleeding in her shoulder. This is unreal, she thought. Someone in the world does have a good heart, and it just so happens to be a soldier. Her shivering began to worsen.
Her head lolled to one side and the other as she tried to raise her head. Her mouth wouldn't form words, and she felt as if she was slowly slipping away from reality. Words echoed from the soldiers in her head as they found their spot in the closet. The first soldier who opened the door spotted her first and paused. Two other soldiers rushed over to the closet, pushing the first one out of the way. They seized her brother and that brought on a new wave of energy and anger. Victoria, in her bloody and battered state, lurched up from the floor of the closet and scrambled to attack one of the soldiers holding her brother.
The soldier who opened the closet first grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back, unflinching as she screamed. She flailed her limbs around trying to free herself from the man's iron grip. She needed to reach her brother. She knew they were going to kill him.
"Let him go! He didn't do anything! We just repair equipment!" She shouted at them. Her voice began to grow hoarse as they bound Tavish's arms in a pair of mechanical hand cuffs. He sat there with his sweaty head turned toward his sister, keeping his gaze on her as if those were his last moments. Victoria felt her strength slip away. She nearly fell limp in the soldiers arms. She watched as they pulled him away. Their eyes gazed upon each other for the last time, and Victoria felt her legs give way. The soldier that held her still was the only one that remained. He was quite possibly the only one that had a heart.
Victoria looked up at his face as she lay in his lap on the floor. All she knew was gone, her life may as well be forfeit. She stared blankly at the man's protective black face mask as if she were already dead.
She felt the cool air of her home rush over her skin and steal the warmth from her body. Slowly, but surely, she had began to shake. The soldier, all clad in a sleek, black uniform, pulled off his face mask and placed a gloved hand on her cheek. He then moved his hand to her forehead. Her green eyes stared back up at his in alarm. He was a soldier, he should be leaving her to die. She should be bleeding out on the floor while he marched back with his colleagues to the citadel where they would kill her brother.
Instead, the man reached over for a folded sheet that sat on the floor when the rest of his squad stormed in earlier. He ripped the sheet into two strips, one to stop the bleeding from her chest, and the other to stop the bleeding in her shoulder. This is unreal, she thought. Someone in the world does have a good heart, and it just so happens to be a soldier. Her shivering began to worsen.
