I went and watched Mad Max: Fury road a good few times I fancied writing a story on it. After managing to write a bit CaptainSchrodinger got involved and made a whole character with an entire backstory, I couldn't pass a great opportunity to bring this character too life, but first I have to introduce you to and Imperator Blonde Fighter (I know its canny crap but I aint creative with names most of the time).
Mad Max: Fury Road fic
A particle of hope
So you have come here to survive? Here in this world survival is the only rule you will live by, there is nothing but desert spanning the earth now, the world is hot and coarse, and it has no time for the weak. Only the strong survive. The strong will govern the weak, control them… dominate them. Those who live under those with great power are destined to perish, not by hunger or by thirst but by time. The great have no time for those lesser, they thrive off the suffering off of the pathetic and the down trodden.
Even though there is no life out there on the sandy plains there is one place said to be beautiful, Eden itself some say, 'The Green Place', many have left to find it and that many have never returned, is it possible that one man's oasis has blossomed into a dream for a people? Yes, it is. Hope is a lie when your people have been let down time and time again to a promise of a better land than this one.
The people, a collective, then grouped and segregated. That is what it is like; you have some who live in the rocks high above then those who live on the platforms, then them, the ones who live on the floor in shitty little shacks and even in the ground. But I am middle-upper class - if that is possible - my name is Blonde Fighter I'm a training Imperator, I don't count myself as much as one of Immortan's war boys, one I'm not a boy and two I'm treat a lot differently that most of the white whelps and two his son Rictus is a right dick to me and my mates. I take after Imperator Furiosa as I've heard, but many of the war boys say I have the beauty of a bride with the bite of the Fury Road.
I sit today overlooking the canyon and all those poor people, the boys say it's bad for me to take pity on those who are not favoured by the Immortan, but I haven't been completely brainwashed. I hang my foot over the edge of the walkway and look down, those poor people, empathy makes you weak, but I am strong. People cry not because they're weak. It is because they've been strong for too long. I would cry for them but I have no tears to shed, for they have been taken from me the day I pledged my life to the Immortan. I brush my side-fringe out the way of my right eye and growled, rather annoyed at myself I didn't grease it today, I was having one of those days where I felt nothing was going to happen. Aqua Cola was going to pour today, the massive gathering of weaklings reached their hands up, bowls and buckets towards the holes in the sides of the rock, waiting for the great flood.
Then there were footsteps on the metal walkway next to me, it was one of the war boys, Piston, I could tell by his boots and dodgy shuffling sound he made as he dragged his feet. I looked up to my left as he leaned against the galvanised railings. He looked down at me and stuck his tongue out, I shook my head, and he might as well still be a war pup the way he acts.
"What d'ya reckon's gonna 'appen the day?" Piston pointed at the hole above the water dispensers at the control panel, Immortan was the only one who ever touched those leavers and he usually made a big speech about how water is addicting and how you should resent its absence. "Camon we gotta do some work" Piston kicked my side and held his hand to help me up.
"We're only scavenging today, nothing else. It's boring" I spoke grabbing Pistons arm as he pulled me up. I looked at him and could tell he was real board too, half-life's need adrenaline to keep them going as well as blood donor, prone to disease, tumours and very early death which isn't really fair on them or their friends. I've had lots of War boys as companions, fellow drivers and they've been nothing more and nothing less than mate, I bet I've seen more than thirty come and go and that isn't even when we're fighting.
We wandered along the narrow stone corridors passing the barracks and rooms that belonged to the war boys and imperators, it was only me and Piston who were left of the original crew, we'd lost Cruci, Fadel, Itee and Jawker we needed some companions and not ones that would gawk at me. "What's the plan? Fight 'em? Threaten 'em?" Piston stopped out of the main barracks door and leaned on the wall looked at me with purple eyes.
"Friendly approach" I smiled wandering in hearing Piston sigh, he loved fighting and you could never drag him away from a possible fight. I put my fingers in my mouth and whistled loudly, I did catch the attention of all of the white men. "Listen up! I need a few of yous for a scavenger run 'bout fifteen miles out. Anyone wanna join us?" I asked trying not to shout it as a command as most of the war boys had turned when I began to speak. I wandered over to a bed and picked up a dish of grease, I dipped my hand in and covered my fringe, it had powdered paint mixed in with it, which meant it was a good mix, it was a little grainy but coloured my hair perfectly, better than my own.
The barrack room was dull and dark with only a little hole cut in the rock, a very primitive sky light. You could see a little trickle of water that had found its way down the rocks and into the room. The beds were also primeval, no mattresses just piles of fabric although some had frames and pallets they didn't look comfortable at all. The things that stood out in the room were the white painted men and the wheel shrine, both without meaning if they weren't together.
"That's my mix" A war boy said slightly annoyed, I looked to my side; he was tall and well-built for a war boy, strangely he had no tattoos or visible branding, only the blackened eyes sockets of his stood out on him.
"Do we have a newly integrated pup?" I smiled as I turned dipping my hand in the grease again; I put the bowl down and grabbed the end of my ponytail covering that too in black, it dried fast and I combed my hair through it as I walked the length of the barracks looking at the men and deciding who I'd like as a pole cat. I stopped at the small wheel shrine at the end of the room and turned my back glancing at the pile of wheels on the floor near it.
"We're awl proper war boys, Fighter, we ain't no pups" The one who's grease it was talked. I saw Piston tense at the doorway; he wanted that fight so badly, I would have to stop him of course but luckily he kept to the wall and looked at the ground. "We jus' don't wanna go on no scav run" he continued, I frowned and looked at a war boy who was looking me over, my eyes snapped on his and he put his hands above his head in a mock surrender.
"Up y'get then" I motioned for him to stand, he had the figure of a pole cat and images branded over most of his body, there were gears going all up his arms and a one on the side of his neck going up behind his ear and on the left side of his head. I huffed and realised he wasn't moving, none of them were. "Shit the lot of y's then" I said angrily as I wandered towards the doorway not even stopping for the shuffling of someone behind me, Piston and I headed towards the garage.
The walk got a little nippy, well considering I was wearing my Fury attire, sandy shorts with my Immortan token attached to the side to cover my pistol and dark brown tank top, which all was very scruffy. On the brighter side I got a few days wear out of it and a week at the most. I got the attention of a lot of war boys when I'd walk and they'd continue to say that I should be at the top with the wives and not down here with the scruffies. Sometimes even piston would walk me passed the Immortan's hydroponics room which lead to his 'penthouse', Piston would always shove me through the door playfully to try and get Rictus to see what the fuss was about, but I never lingered there long enough for him to find us.
The halls got narrower and narrower up until the point you could feel the residue from the walls resonate next to your skin. Then you could smell that odour that sent most of the war boys into a chemical high, guzzoline, you have to admit it is a rather appealing smell a lot like the fresh grass I the hydroponics. Then there was one of my babies my Ram pickup very worn but there was nothing the grease monkeys could handle.
"Aw, thanks lads" I smiled to the blackthumbs "Metack! where are you mate?!" I shouted, he was usually round here most of the time, he loved to mess about with the vehicles and tell the war pups for nicking off with his tools.
The tall bald man came stepping round the back of my truck nodding at Piston behind me. "What can I do for you Fighter ?" he asked as he leant on his good right leg.
"I want to take my lass out today and do a scav run, heard from lads lingering around Corpus that theres a nice Buzzard wreck just in their territory" I added a smile, he knows that after the last time I went out the truck got wrecked and the lads had to literally push it onto the lift and into the workshop, it was a lucky day. Metack grinned back and looked past me as a few of the war boys I had asked to come with us came through the entrance.
"Great cooking with gas" Piston clapped his hands and looked at the lads.
"Pack it in guys, Fighter on the move!" Metack shouted loud and clear as he got the keys out of his pocket, he looked at the truck, it had the boomsticks on it ready and the sand had worn away some of the paint that was left, leaving it mostly rusted and orange. Piston had left to go and get my wheel and I opened the driver side door and got in, the seat had been replaced, the last time we fought Buzzards me and Piston had to jump out the cab because they threw in a very pathetic Molotov. I was sat up straight and took another look at the group of war boys I'd recruited.
"You can do better than that I said, seriously the bitch was kicking and screaming" one of the war boys was talking and they started laughing and the story he told.
"Knock it off Krands, Fighter don't wanna hear about your screwing sessions" Metack spoke from his seat.
"Course she does, she wants to know what she's gettin' 'erself into" The war boy smilled and nodded "I know what y want" he winked, I felt thoroughly disgusted there as I turned my head and focused on the internals of my truck. That war boy, Krands, a rare one, he had black hair, half a head of it and the left side shaved, and a pierced left eyebrow. The detail of the cogs going up his left side was very intricate and coloured, he must know the Tatters rather well for that. The rest of the stuff he was packing was a tad above standard but still stuff that comes at a high bartering price. "See something you like love?" Krands smirked as he cause me looking at him.
"Careful, Krands" Metack warned again as he got up "You can hear Piston bloody panting down that corridor" Metack stretched his arms in front of him and went round to the passenger side of the truck and hopped in. I was still sitting there with my door open waiting for Piston to come back with my wheel. Sure enough a few seconds later Piston came rushing down the corridor with my wheel in hand, giving it too me he took his place on the back of the truck behind my drivers side.
"Righty oh girls, get yer arses on here and lets go for a field trip!" he shouted and sounded a little more happy, I slammed the truck door and attached my wheel, I ran my fingers over the small human skull that made up the middle of my wheel, there was a little fracture above the eye socket that I always caught my finger on. I snapped out of my dreamy state and hung my hand out the truck and hit the door, it clanged and echoed in the sandstone workshop.
"Signal to go boys, get that lift on we're coming down!" Piston shouted to the blackthumbs standing idly as our own war boys stepped into the back of the truck and two others got their motorbikes out to follow and spot.
"Lets have a canny day lads, and maybe I'll get ya commendations" I smiled as I reversed. Hopefully this will be a nice day, no storms and no sneaky Buzzards but whatever I've wished for has gone backwards so I hope that this day will be a crappy day and someone dies.
A few minutes later overlooking the road out of The Citadel
"She's going out now Rictus" Corpus talked to his brother.
"Fine, now I can talk to da without any of her mate listening" Rictus walked off in the direction of the vault were he was going to have a good talking to from his dad, instructions and ways to get a work around what was going to happen in the next few weeks with a certain Imperator who was too smart for her own good.