This is the story of a wife of Immortan Joe, abandon because she was unable to keep a baby in her belly. She was branded, and left with the warboys, in hopes that they would tear her apart, they didn't, instead they trained her to fight, but more on that later. Lets just start at the beginning.
"I was captured by a group of Immortan Joe's warboys when I was only 15 years old. They did so because on the outside I appeared to be healthy enough, the boys, they didn't expect me to put up a fight, but when you are raised in such a hostile environment such as I was you learn very quickly how to survive. In the end I was captured, but in my defense I was so weak from lack of food and water.
The boys, I later learned that they where called warboys, put a moldy old sack over my head, I could feel the rumble of the engines as their cars reved up and soon drove of, I was bumping and rolling about in the back of a very large truck, and over the loud sounds of the engines I could hear a man breathing, with the help of an apperatous or something, and when he spoke he sounded like a large child…
It was hard to say just how long it took us to reach the Citadel, as I later learned it was called, at that time I simply knew it as Hell. But when we arrived I could hear large crowds of people celebrating our return, weather they where truly happy that these men had returned, or that they feared the consequences of not celebrating, I would not learn until many years later.
The truck was lifted up into the air, and I could hear several people trying to climb onto the plank, but I also heard their screams as they fell into the unforgiving pit they knew as home.
Soon as we reached the top I was lifted by the baby speaking boy, and that was when I learned that he was very strong. He tried to make me walk down a hallway, but I could not see, and I also did not want to go down that hall, I could smell blood, and death. So the baby voiced man carried me, rather forcefully, and rather foolishly I might add. I tried clawing at where I thought his face might be, and I knew I had drawn some blood, because he then moved me so that I could only hit his back. This I knew was a rather ineffective mode of attack, because of this mans brute strength. But he carried me down the hall to the room that smelled so strongly of rotting flesh and blood. He dropped me none to gracefully onto the stone floor, and removed the sack from my head, and I was face to face with the ugliest sickest looking man that I had ever seen. The baby voiced man then said, "What do you think of her dad?"
"Well", he said "She is not the prettiest, but have Organic check her out, to make sure she is healthy. After all I cant have any sick breeders now can I Rictus?"
Breeder? I thought to my self, what is a breeder? Little did I know my question would soon be answered…
Soon a grimy looking man came in, he had googles strapped on his forehead and a cut lip, I could only assume that this man was the so called "Organic Mechanic" I was right, because soon he introduced himself.
"Hello sweetie" he said "Im the Organic Mechanic, but you can just call me Organic, everyone does. Now why don't you tell me how old you are?''
I remained silent, hoping that perhaps if I acted as if I could not speak they would let me go. I was yet again mistaken, because I heard the ugly man with the face mask say something about how I would be easer to take if I was silent.
Organic proceeded with his examination of me, poking and prodding my body, making me feel so very uncomfortable. "Well thats over now." he said "She's clean, a bit young though."
"Her age is no mater, so long as she is clean" Face mask said "Now mark her as mine." he said as he left the room.
I saw Organic walk over to the corner where a group of those warboys had gathered, they then came to hold me down, as one of them tied a dirty old rag in my mouth. "This is so you don't bite your pretty lill tongue off" he explained.
And then I felt the burning iron in the back of my neck, I screamed and kicked one of the warboys in his groin, I could tell because he let go of my leg groaning. It was a lot of chaos but by the end I had a fresh new scar, this was not the first that was put on my body intentionally, and it would defiantly not be the last.