Rated: T
Warnings: atrocities done by the marines, cussing, phycological scars, forceful injections, hitting an injured person, murder of children
Summary: "You will bleed for your mistakes Mollie Dee Hopson, you will bleed for them and people will hate you for good reason. You will not always be seen as the hero you want to be seen as."
She was breathing heavily trying to corral the group of kids that were running with her, doing her best to encourage them to run a little bit longer. She just had to get them past the city limit then-
"There they are!"
A shout made a wave of dread wash over her, when she saw the squadron of marines her lips turned into a snarl as she stood in front of the group of children as if her small body alone could shield them from the marines hateful glares.
"No mercy! They're all revolutionaries men, open fire," one of the men that must have been the captain of the troop shouted out the order.
Her eyes widened as for a split second she saw it, in her mind's eye, all of those bullets... She couldn't dodge all those bullets, but if she picked up a few- then she could only have them hit her arms- but they would hit the others. she couldn't- she- This was all her fault! If only she made them go another way if only she-
"FIRE!"
Screams filled the air as the bullets rained on her little group She knew she was screaming but she didn't know what it was by now. She managed to grab two kids under her arms, turning just in time to miss the more fatal bullets. her left shoulder burned but it was numbed from the adrenaline coursing through her veins. The screeching wails and the smell of copper filled her senses making her feel sick.
"GO BACK I CAN'T LEAVE MY BROTHER GO BACK," the young girl in her left arm violently squirmed making her shoulder throb from all the movement, the other girl in her right hang motionless arms swinging watching with wide tear stained eyes as the other children were shot down.
"GO BACK, GO BACK, GO BACK YOU HEARTLESS BITCH, the girl sobbed biting at Mollie's arm viciously only to cry louder as she came into contact with Mollie's armament covered flesh. She moved to pounding her fist on her back as if that would turn the revolutionary around.
Mollie was running faster than she ever had in her life, the desolate burning city before her blurred past. Her legs burned, her lungs burned, she felt like she was on fire every breath she took was painful but she just kept running.
Once she reached the safety of the revolutionaries red flag she collapsed.
She couldn't remember what happened next she vaguely remembers laying flat on her face along with one of the girls as the other viciously kicked her ribs screaming hysterically, "IT'S YOUR FAULT, IT'S YOUR FAULT HE'S DEAD THAT WAS MY BROTHER, MY BROTHER, HE- LET ME GO!"
She was forcefully dragged away from Mollie leaving the revolutionary to breathe in shallow breaths. She had to be carried away on a stretcher due to inability to walk.
When she recalled what happened when she ran to Opal the long necks lips pursed as she looked down at Mollie through her long straight black hair.
Mollie laid in a simple cot, legs and her left shoulder and part of her arm wrapped tightly with bandages, she couldn't move her legs one inch without being in immense pain. Her arm, on the other hand, got hit with a few bullets most had only grazed her due to her quick thinking but a few ended up in her shoulder.
"It makes sense it's the only explanation why the muscles in your leg have been burnt out," Opal spoke with a cool tone as she examined her legs gently running a blue colored nail over the bandages, the light touch alone sent spasms of pain up her body.
Opal only sighed deeply staring at Mollie with dark blue eyes, the bags underneath them were more noticeable than ever giving the other a haunting look, "You learned how to use Soru or as it's more commonly known as Shave."
"What does it matter," Mollie asked eyes looking just as haunted, "what does any of this matter.
"Mollie you are a revolutionary you surely knew that not every mission would be a success," Opal spoke with an even tone, not expressing any emotion.
In a second flat, Mollie was sitting up, grinding her teeth together as she grabbed the Longneck woman, squeezing her hands around the other's arm, skin black from the armament that was slowly engulfing her own arm. She was too enraged to speak for a moment, Opal just stared at her the picture of calm her face oh so blank.
"How the fuck are you so calm it's like you don't even care," Mollie hissed out looking ready to throttle the other, "IT'S LIKE YOU DON'T GIVE A DAMN THAT THOSE KIDS-"
Mollie was cut off as Opal backhanded making her neck snap to the left from the force of the blow those perfectly polished blue nails left scratches on her cheek. Opals face still remained it's cold exterior but Mollie could tell she hit a nerve which was what she wanted to do. She wanted to fight her, she wanted to scream yell his spit anything, anything to-
"Stop acting like a child you knew perfectly well what you were getting into, not every mission can be a success story like yours have been in the past. I knew with every mission you succeed in the cockier you grew. This is a war Mollie Dee Hopson and if you can't handle it then we don't need people like you in the fight."
Opal stood to her feet towering over her, the shadow she cast engulfed Mollie which made her feel smaller than she really was.
"This was a wake-up call for you, not that this was right by any means but you learned something, didn't you? You're not as unbreakable as you thought you were," as she spoke she turned away from Mollie's pitiful form moving to the tent flap.
"This is something that you will always have to live with those girls you saved will never forget your actions, you will bleed for your mistakes Hopson and not every person you save will see you as a hero."
With those last parting words Opal ducked through the opening of the tent striding out, to where Mollie didn't care, she didn't know what to do. She was angry she was sad she was- she was….
Sorry, she was so sorry. She didn't want this to happen she just wanted to help she always just wanted to help.
"The road to hell is paved with good intentions," her voice sounded dead to her own ears and in that moment she laughed. She laughed until she cried, then screamed violently, fingers digging into her skin as if wanting to rip off the brown skin off of her body.
The room soon went dark as a team of nurses injected her with sedatives so she wouldn't hurt herself more then she had already done.
Authors note: Since I wasn't in the best of moods I ended up writing this out, it's a part of Mollie's past that changed her forever. You also get to meet one of my other oc's, a long neck oc named Opal. She's the interrogation specialist and Mollie's senior, she has been a part of the revolutionaries for a very long time. She's about 32 years old in this fanfic while Mollie is 23 in this. I've never seen any long neck oc's so I wanted to make one of my own, she's pretty cool if I do say so myself^^
