"Whenever you feel like criticizing any one . . . just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had." -F. Scott Fitzgerald,The Great Gatsby.
Valery was sitting in her room, listening to the music that was blasting out of her radio, she was singing along with the lyrics. A cold breeze of air made her shiver when it filled the room and slowly she looked up to see who interrupted her during her singing. A man was standing in the door opening, looking at Valery.
"Is it true?" He asked suspiciously. "What is true?" Valery replied, "That I am an amazing singer or that it just seems like I am?" The man shook his head. "The other thing you do." He replied. Valery shrugged. "It depends," Valery smiled teasingly, "what it is you ought to know and what you want." The man narrowed his eyes and Valery pointed to the chair at the other side of the table. "Take a seat." She said and the man sat down on the chair in front of her, while Valery turned the radio down.
"Listen," she started, "I do not do this for free, I expect something in return." The man searched in his bag that he had still swung over his shoulder. "So I have been told." He replied and he put a bottle of Moonshine on the table. "It is enough." She said and she put it under the table.
She took a deep breath and looked at the guard. "I can answer your questions about the past, present and future..." she whispered." The man bend over and quickly grabbed Valery's hand. She tried to pull her hand away but his grip was too tight. "Let me go!" She said panicky, but he didn't let her go. "Years you have been doing this, like your mother," he started, "but now it's over. You are coming with me." With her other hand Valery quickly grabbed the bottle of Moonshine from under the table and swung it against the man's head. Glass shattered on the table and a mixture of booze and blood dripped on the white carpet. The man let her go and reached to the wound of his head. When he looked up, she was gone.
Valery was running through the corridors, in the hope to hide in another station. Of course, she's in freaking space so there is no way of actually hiding. Valery's hand was hurting like hell, and saw it was bleeding. "Val, put a pad in." A passing boy said when he saw the blood trace on the floor. "It's my hand you little-" Val started, but she saw the guard approaching with other guardsmen before she could finish her sentence. "Can't we just talk about it?" She said hopeful.
"It is enough," he started, "we all know what you have been doing," he looked around and several people were nodding in agreement. "
I helped you people, why don't you guys do anything?!" Valeria snapped.
"We'll take you to see the Chancellor now." The quard said and Valery pressed her back against the wall, holding the knife out in front of her. "Make me." She said with her teeth clenched.
Commander Shumway made his appearance, shaking his head in disappointment but with a little smile on his face. "Never thought I'd catch you one day, you are busted." Shumway took a step closer towards her direction. "Our little sunshine on the Ark, going to the Prison Box waiting to be floated." Shumway smiled.
"You have no proof." Valery replied with a smile. "Oh, we do." Shumway's stun stick was making its terrible noise that made the hairs on Valery's neck tickle. "M-my father will fire you if you use that, I'll t-tell him." Valery stuttered.
"I rather doubt that." Shumway replied and he stung Valery. Valery screamed, it was a terrible scream that even made Shumway shiver a little. "Stop!" One man said, but Shumway didn't pull back. "You'll kill her." Shumway stopped, for she was finally silent.
Valery woke up on the cold floor. She slowly opened her eyes, but there was no light to see. Slowly she was sitting straight up against a wall. Her stomach was hurting and she was wet between her legs. She touched the wet spot that had found its way through the fabric of her jeans. It was sticky and warm. Blood. "N-no," she stuttered and her eyes were filled with tears, "god no." The sound of a door opening broke the sound of her cries and a light filled the room. She covered her eyes with her hand to get used to the light and saw the silhouette of a woman in the doorway. "Mrs. Griffin?" Abigail Griffin smiled at Valery and nodded. "I am here to take care of your wound." Valery sniffed. "I can do that myself." Abigail nodded in agreement. "You can, but they don't really trust you with any equipment anymore." Valery frowned. "I only threatened him with a knife, they stun me for no reason." Abigail shook her head. "You woke up after the stun and you stabbed a guard... They brought you to this room and then you tried to strangle another guard with your pantyhose." Abigail said slowly. "What?" Valery covered her mouth, "I don't remember any of that... that doesn't sound like me." Abigail nodded. "I know," she said, "we stunned you again in the hope that you would be yourself again."
"I was already wondering why I was wearing something else," Valery said vaguely, looking to her jeans, "I am finished, am I?" Abigail sighed. "Your father did everything he could, but you must go to the prison station." Valery nodded slowly. "So be it."