Please Forgive Me
"To hell with the Union!" Rachel barked as she was pushed into the room by the two soldiers. She heard a set of clicks as cuffs were placed around her wrists, and knew that they were attached to chains, and that the soldiers held one each.
The Union was the first post-war human organisation. It was, pretty much, in charge of the planet. In a non-democratic, dictatorial, lousy way. And it didn't like opposition.
Too bad, Rachel thought, where she stood on one side of a table. That was their problem. Because opposition they would get.
The officer on the other side of the table leaned back in his chair, calmly chewing some green chewing gum - Rachel knew it was green because he didn't bother about keeping his mouth shut. He was a tall, square-shouldered man with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows to reveal strong arms. He drummed the fingertips of his unusually large hands against each other and watched Rachel with an almost curious expression.
"That, my sweet, just cost you your dinner," he said. "Guards? Make a note of it. No dinner for the rebel."
"I oughta go grizzly and tear this place apart, you… you…"
"Do you want to loose your breakfast as well?!"
"I wouldn't eat food from you if it was the last food on earth!" Rachel growled.
The officer threw his head back and laughed. When he was done, he said; "Well, my sweet, it happens to be the last food on earth. Oh, and you would eat it. People who are hungry enough beg me to let them eat the dirt under my toenails. Even warriors from the Freedom War, like you. I knew a sister of yours. I believe her name was Sara…"
Rachel flew forwards, shrieking with rage, being halfway across the table with fists clenched when the guards got a proper grip on the chains and pulled back sharply. They forced her down to her knees and one of them grabbed her shoulder to keep her there. The other grabbed her hair and pulled her head back until her neck almost snapped.
The officer stood up, walked around the table and leaned down over her, so close that she could smell the chewing gum in his mouth. He smacked a few times with the gum, demonstrating that he was in no hurry whatsoever, before he continued; "Before she died - poor thing didn't do as she was told, she really brought that beating upon herself, you know - she ate what my pet Taxxon left."
Rachel growled and tugged at the cuffs, but this time the guards were ready. A sharp tug at her hair and the next thing she knew she was sprawled on the floor. A boot hit her side, hard, making her gasp for air.
She forced her eyes to focus and looked up at the face of the officer.
"Scum."
The officer pulled thoughtfully at his moustache. "Maybe we're being too nice to our latest prisoner. Give her a good beating before you leave her in her cell. Oh, and make it one of those empty rooms. We don't want to give her any furniture to hurt herself with. And the stone floor is good enough to sleep on. Right, my sweet?"
"Who said I'm your sweet?"
A flash of anger appeared on the officer's cold face. Then he pulled his leg back and kicked straight at Rachel's head. Her ears rang like a thousand bells and the edges of her vision blurred. The pain threatened to blow her head up, building quickly but never actually exploding. The world seemed far away, dim, as if it was just a movie she was watching.
The officer grabbed her jaw, pulled her face up a bit, took out his chewing gum and placed it in her hair, smearing it out properly. Then he let her fall down and once again Rachel's head was hit, this time by the floor.
"That's what I think of you," he spat, although Rachel barely hear him. "Be glad I'm in a good mood today, or I'd have done a lot more than just kick your cheap excuse for a head." He straightened, flexed his fingers as if wondering if he should close his hand to a fist and crush her nose, but deciding against it.
"Hang her up in the ceiling," he said to the soldiers. "Keep an anti-morph ray on her. When she promises to accept whatever I chose to call her, take her down and give her some water. A small glass only, of course."
Rachel was dragged out of the room. She was too dizzy to protest.
A man came into the room from behind the mirrored glass wall.
"She won't give in," he said silently. "You could let her hang until she rots, and she will promise you nothing."
The officer, though, smiled. "You gave in," he said. "And I'd heard the same thing about you."
There might have been anger in the man's eyes, but it was gone as soon as it had arrived, and he bent his head down to hide it.
"We can't all be heroes, can we, Tobias?" the officer chuckled, watching him carefully. "No, we can't. Go take a walk or something until I need you."
Tobias turned to leave the room. The officer slammed a hand down on the table, and the sound made Tobias jump. He stopped walking.
"I didn't hear you. What did you say?" the officer turned towards him, threatening. "Or, more correctly, what didn't you say?"
Tobias clenched his teeth together, but spoke in a clear voice; "Thank you for teaching me respect, master."
The officer huffed. "You're welcome. Now leave."
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Author's Note;
There it is. Now write a horrible review that sends me cowering into a corner and stops me from putting any more of this up. Because I've got more of this, believe it if you want to. Not that anyone'll want to read it.
"To hell with the Union!" Rachel barked as she was pushed into the room by the two soldiers. She heard a set of clicks as cuffs were placed around her wrists, and knew that they were attached to chains, and that the soldiers held one each.
The Union was the first post-war human organisation. It was, pretty much, in charge of the planet. In a non-democratic, dictatorial, lousy way. And it didn't like opposition.
Too bad, Rachel thought, where she stood on one side of a table. That was their problem. Because opposition they would get.
The officer on the other side of the table leaned back in his chair, calmly chewing some green chewing gum - Rachel knew it was green because he didn't bother about keeping his mouth shut. He was a tall, square-shouldered man with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows to reveal strong arms. He drummed the fingertips of his unusually large hands against each other and watched Rachel with an almost curious expression.
"That, my sweet, just cost you your dinner," he said. "Guards? Make a note of it. No dinner for the rebel."
"I oughta go grizzly and tear this place apart, you… you…"
"Do you want to loose your breakfast as well?!"
"I wouldn't eat food from you if it was the last food on earth!" Rachel growled.
The officer threw his head back and laughed. When he was done, he said; "Well, my sweet, it happens to be the last food on earth. Oh, and you would eat it. People who are hungry enough beg me to let them eat the dirt under my toenails. Even warriors from the Freedom War, like you. I knew a sister of yours. I believe her name was Sara…"
Rachel flew forwards, shrieking with rage, being halfway across the table with fists clenched when the guards got a proper grip on the chains and pulled back sharply. They forced her down to her knees and one of them grabbed her shoulder to keep her there. The other grabbed her hair and pulled her head back until her neck almost snapped.
The officer stood up, walked around the table and leaned down over her, so close that she could smell the chewing gum in his mouth. He smacked a few times with the gum, demonstrating that he was in no hurry whatsoever, before he continued; "Before she died - poor thing didn't do as she was told, she really brought that beating upon herself, you know - she ate what my pet Taxxon left."
Rachel growled and tugged at the cuffs, but this time the guards were ready. A sharp tug at her hair and the next thing she knew she was sprawled on the floor. A boot hit her side, hard, making her gasp for air.
She forced her eyes to focus and looked up at the face of the officer.
"Scum."
The officer pulled thoughtfully at his moustache. "Maybe we're being too nice to our latest prisoner. Give her a good beating before you leave her in her cell. Oh, and make it one of those empty rooms. We don't want to give her any furniture to hurt herself with. And the stone floor is good enough to sleep on. Right, my sweet?"
"Who said I'm your sweet?"
A flash of anger appeared on the officer's cold face. Then he pulled his leg back and kicked straight at Rachel's head. Her ears rang like a thousand bells and the edges of her vision blurred. The pain threatened to blow her head up, building quickly but never actually exploding. The world seemed far away, dim, as if it was just a movie she was watching.
The officer grabbed her jaw, pulled her face up a bit, took out his chewing gum and placed it in her hair, smearing it out properly. Then he let her fall down and once again Rachel's head was hit, this time by the floor.
"That's what I think of you," he spat, although Rachel barely hear him. "Be glad I'm in a good mood today, or I'd have done a lot more than just kick your cheap excuse for a head." He straightened, flexed his fingers as if wondering if he should close his hand to a fist and crush her nose, but deciding against it.
"Hang her up in the ceiling," he said to the soldiers. "Keep an anti-morph ray on her. When she promises to accept whatever I chose to call her, take her down and give her some water. A small glass only, of course."
Rachel was dragged out of the room. She was too dizzy to protest.
A man came into the room from behind the mirrored glass wall.
"She won't give in," he said silently. "You could let her hang until she rots, and she will promise you nothing."
The officer, though, smiled. "You gave in," he said. "And I'd heard the same thing about you."
There might have been anger in the man's eyes, but it was gone as soon as it had arrived, and he bent his head down to hide it.
"We can't all be heroes, can we, Tobias?" the officer chuckled, watching him carefully. "No, we can't. Go take a walk or something until I need you."
Tobias turned to leave the room. The officer slammed a hand down on the table, and the sound made Tobias jump. He stopped walking.
"I didn't hear you. What did you say?" the officer turned towards him, threatening. "Or, more correctly, what didn't you say?"
Tobias clenched his teeth together, but spoke in a clear voice; "Thank you for teaching me respect, master."
The officer huffed. "You're welcome. Now leave."
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Author's Note;
There it is. Now write a horrible review that sends me cowering into a corner and stops me from putting any more of this up. Because I've got more of this, believe it if you want to. Not that anyone'll want to read it.