Chapter Two; Blackout
Yelaris cried. Ether mixed with water flooded out her eyes. She was barely of patrol age, and she was already sentence to death for high treason. Her sister embraced her, but could offer little comfort to the impending horror. "Why, why must our Kell be so, evil?" Yelaris sobbed, Her sister replied "I wish I could explain, but I cannot oppose him, as such is compulsory of brides of the royal guard". Yelaris continued to sob, into the darkening hours of the evening. Her sister left that night. Yelaris was Alone again.
The night was coming to a close when she awoke from her trance, and Yelaris ventured out of the hovel that she inherited from her mother. News was that a scavenger team had raided a human camp, and had found weaponry and alcohol to spare. Nobody knew what it would do, but alcohol was alcohol. Yelaris sat at the nearest bar, a run down area, but served decent enough drinks. "Some of the new stuff. I'll pay, don't worry" groaned Yelaris.
"Just served the last one I'm afraid, im not one of the big bars like on the pavillion, I don't receive as much." replied the Bartender. Yelaris studied his face, The man was young, older than Yelaris, and was good looking, but had a impish look on him, as if he was ready to commit a crime. "Tell you what though, I've got a little something stronger, because I know of your little, predicament." He grinned.
"Fine, how much?"
"On the house." He started mixing the concoction, and after 3 minutes, it was ready. "Drink up!" Yelaris grabbed the tankard, and necked the entire thing. The world slowed. And Her eyes began to shut. "You... You drugged me? You... I'll kill yo..." Yelaris collapsed. The world went black.
She woke late next morning, behind somewhere near the guard tower on the outer edge of the city. She felt tainted, dirty, and just all around, off. The only memory she had was of the drink. And that was not a pleasant one. She looked around for any signs of the night before. She saw a guard uniform, and a gun. She picked up the gun, and checked for ammunition, it was full. So, one of the guards must have been involved. "Hey! You on the tower!" She called.
"What, I've got duty, and I don't need you to.. wait." The voice was female, and changed from confident and unfeeling to puzzled. "What the hell is a city dweller doing out here?"
"I don't know, other than the uniform back there, and the fact I was drugged."
"You said uniform right?" The guard turned toward a surveillance tent about 100m away. "Telkin wasn't on duty last night, but he was there, doing a 'personal project'."
"Thanks". Yelaris replied, the tears returning in her eyes, she had started to overcome her initial worry, but now she had been violated. She walked into the tent, and she was immediately greeted by a dirty face and a hand around her neck. "Get... Off of me!" She cried.
"You just couldn't have been like the others eh? Had to ask questions? Or was it Erwek, she was looking merciful today. Never mind, I'll kill her after you..."
"You.. Shouldnt .. have crossed me... " Yelaris pulled out the pistol she grabbed from earlier, and shot three rounds into the male's stomach. He recoiled out of shock, and then pulled out his knife, and sliced her in a smooth manoeuvre. This guy was a trained killer, but he wasn't expecting resistance. Yelaris yelped at the sign of her own blood, but shot another three bullets, this time at his head. Only 1 connected, but the man died instantly. Yelaris fell backwards. She had killed before, but only humans. As the male's blood slowly carpeted the floor. Yelaris cried. She was a murderer. She just disobeyed another key law in the system. She could no longer stay in Russia. She would go west. To the exiled lands. It was her only hope.
