Authors note- Sorry this update took a week or two longer than I expected! I have not and will not abandon this story, it just takes me a while to get a chapter finished. I'm currently on vacation in California, living with my dad. Updates should come faster since I won't be working or in school. I also got a new computer with Word on it so I'm much more excited to be writing.
Please review! I want to know what you guys think of the story so far, and maybe some suggestions of where you want it to go?
Also warning for this chapter- considerably more gore and violence and sexual situations than the last chapter.
Soon after Nux had drifted off into a deep sleep from total exhaustion, the Organic Mechanic returned after an hour. It was like clockwork, and surprised Plysma. Usually after leaving war boys mid transfusion, he would return hours later to find the room empty and the transfusion tubes and needles left a mess on a nearby counter. War boys were never worth the trouble of keeping track of, and the Mechanic usually could care less if a transfusion worked or not.
Plysma jerked in her seat and her full attention was now directed at the entrance of the cavern. He had returned quicker than expected and wasn't quiet about it. Now fully aware of her surroundings, she realized the loud noise that had startled her was the Organic Mechanic tripping and falling into tables and knocking over the various medical equipment that was lying on top of them. The strong stench of alcohol violated her nostrils and she filled with dread, not wanting to know what the night held in store for her. She wished that he would just knock her out when he got like this; she didn't want to be aware of her surroundings, she didn't want to be in her body. At least in the dark, she wouldn't feel his touch or smell the thick stench of alcohol on his breath.
She looked around the cavern for a way out, somewhere to run to get away from the impending situation. She could grab a nearby knife and make him bleed out, but there would be nowhere for her to go besides joining the wretched, and with how important the Mechanic was to Immortan Joe, she would most defiantly be tracked down and brought back to Immortan Joe; and what he might do to her for killing the Mechanic would be ten times worse than what the Mechanic might do tonight. She was also attached to a sleeping war boy by tubes and a wall by bolt and chain, which would make running away pretty much impossible. Her only way out would be to get the Organic Mechanic to unattach her from Nux and the wall, and hopefully make a bolt for it before he reattached her to his belt.
She was ripped from her thoughts of escape to the Organic Mechanic falling into another table and grabbing one of the knives before it fell to the floor. He straightened up and walked as straight as his drunken self would allow. A thin smile crept across his face as he made him way to Plysma. She stiffened at his body coming into contact with hers. She felt the heat radiating from his skin as he pushed himself forcefully against her. She stared at his chest, refusing to look up and make eye contact with him. She knew he was staring down at her, his smile plastered on his face. Out of the side of her vision she could see his hand leaving the side of his body and making its way to her face. With his finger and his thumb he grabbed her chin and moved her head up. The instance they made eye contact she felt her insides turn and she wanted to puke. She hoped that maybe the war boy would wake up and stop the Mechanic or at least distract him enough that he would stop for the night, but that was unlikely considering the fact that he slept through the Mechanic knocking heavy metal objects over.
The eye contact was short lived and the Mechanic was now lowering his face to Plysmas. Her heart began racing as she dreaded having to kiss him. His face was dirty; marks of oil, sweat, and dirt caked various parts of his face. His facial hair was a mess, shaved in some spots while other spots looked like it had been weeks since he shaved. The only thing Plysma thought was worse than his facial hair was his actual hair.
That mess could only be saved if it was completely shaved off
She thought to herself. She couldn't help but think she would be better off with the wretched than with the Organic Mechanic. Yeah, she got food and water and any medical attention she might need; but was the sexual and verbal abuse really worth it? She was thankful that Immortan Joe had put a belt on her, and she was thankful the Organic Mechanic hadn't hurt her physically, he had only been rough with her and maybe hit her once when he was drunk. She consider herself lucky that he wasn't more physically abusive, if she had been given to any war boy- besides Nux, he was the only war boy she had met that seem to genuinely care about her- it would almost be a fact that she would be constantly hit, pulled, or even head-butted.
Her thoughts diminished at the contact of the Organic Mechanics lips roughly hitting hers. Everything she had previously been thinking would be completely changed, as when his lips crashed on hers, so did the thick blade of the knife to her cheek.
Her eyes widen at the sharp pain filling her cheek, and she let out a quiet whimper. The blade didn't stay on her face for long, he had only left a small opening from the inner corner of her right eye down to her cheekbone. She could feel the warm liquid dripping down her face and on her clothes. The blood seemed to only turn the Mechanic on even more, it didn't faze either of them. Plysma had gotten used to it being around the Mechanic so much and his 'operations', but it still shocked her that he had hurt her, and made her panic; her heartbeat racing even faster than it had beforehand.
The Organic Mechanic lifted his mouth from hers and moved it onto the bleeding cut. Plysma went still at the Mechanics actions. She could feel his tongue sliding across the cut, lapping up all the blood that was pouring out.
She was started at the voice breaking the complete silence that had previously filled the room.
"I bet you like the pain, eh? " His raspy voiced whispered in her ear as he continued to suck on the bleeding cut. "For being a virgin, you sure like it kinky. "
She could feel like lips form a smile against her skin before he quickly grabbed a tool from his belt across his chest. He cut off the tube connecting her to Nux and the chain that connected her to the wall, but she was too slow to escape. He quickly grabbed at her legs which caused her to fall. While down, he once again attached the heavy chains to her ankles, and her unlikely escape and freedom was gone.
She was suddenly lifted from the ground and thrown over the Organic Mechanics shoulder. She felt his tight grip around her stomach. He quickly walked to the caverns entrance and turned left in the connecting hallway. Plysmas heart sank as she realized he was making his way to his private bedroom that they shared. She just hoped that he was done with the physical pain, and that he wouldn't take another knife to her.
Plysma woke the next morning next to the Organic Mechanic in his bed. She hated that he almost never left her alone, there had only been a few times he left her with someone else- yesterday being one of those rarities. At least the bed was more comfortable than the floor, which was probably her only other option if he ever decided to chain her to the wall at night.
Her wish was granted last night, she couldn't remember much of anything after he had taken her to his room. He hadn't stopped with the knife, and her anxiety and dread had made her pass out after one big cut to her upper inner thigh.
She hoped it was only because of the alcohol, and that it wouldn't become a regular thing. In a way, she missed it when he was still nice to her. She would never be attached to him, but in her messed up situation, she craved anything but what happened last night.
The stirring from the other side of the bed indicated that the Organic Mechanic had woken up, or had been woken up by Plysma. He raised out of the bed, the connecting chain tugging her in his way. She struggled to get up off the soft bed while he was still moving away. He cuts pained her, and she could see the crusted dark blood still stained her skin and clothes.
The Organic Mechanic tugged on the chain, pulling her feet out from under her.
"Hurry up! You're going to make me late. Immortan Joe expects us to meet him first thing in the morning. "
His voice was full of emotions. He was being unusually strict, but there was something different about him.
" Sorry…. For last night. " He said in an almost inaudible whisper before he briskly turned and headed to the door, taking Plysma with him.
She was completely taken by surprised by his apology. She figured he wouldn't even remember what he had done last night with how drunk he had gotten. She didn't have much time to think about it, her thoughts went back to what he had said. They were seeing Immortan Joe, she dreaded being around him. He was the one that ordered her capture and he had gifted her to the Organic Mechanic.
She didn't think she was a gift though, he wouldn't gift her to the Mechanic for sexual purposes and then put a belt on her. She thought that Immortan Joe wanted someone else to learn from the Organic Mechanic in case something happened to him; He was the only one in the Citadel that knew anything about medical procedures. He was almost worth more than Immortan Joe himself, and she thought that they both knew it.
Everyone knew not to mess with the Mechanic, he freely called Immortan Joe 'Boss'. No one ever dared to call him anything besides Immortan Joe, no one was worthy enough. It surprised some war boys that his sons were allowed to call him 'dad', most of them knew he wanted a perfect heir, and neither of them were it by a longshot.
Much to Plysmas surprise, Immortan Joe didn't even glance in her direction. She tried her hardest to just disappear in the room, blend in and make them forget she was even there. She hated the awkwardness of just sitting there forced to listen to whatever they talked about. It was usually something that wasn't pleasing or interesting to Plysma, so after a while she would eventually block them out and dive into her thoughts and daydreams. They usually consisted of being somewhere else, away from Immortan Joe and the Organic Mechanic. Sometimes she wondered what the world was like before all the wars, before everything turned into ashes.
This particular time, Plysma found herself daydreaming of the war boy she had met the previous day. He had seemed different, like he actually cared about her wellbeing, like he actually was interested in her. He was the first one to be kind to her, and he knew his boundaries. He could see she was uncomfortable, but he didn't persist. She wanted to know more about him, to not be so shy around him. She wished that she could come out of her shell more easily, but with how everyone had treated her, she was in constant fear and anxiety; she never knew what was going to happen next. She hated the unpredictability of the Mechanic and Immortan Joe.
She knew she would probably never see Nux again unless he needed some type of transfusion or other procedure. There was no way for her to sneak off and find him, she was almost always attached to the Mechanic. Unless she came up with a good excuse to be chained to his bedroom wall or even the cavern he worked in, he would always be there, watching everything she does.
She snapped from her thoughts at the sensation of the metal around her ankles being tugged. She looked up to the Organic Mechanic staring at her with a raised eyebrow, obviously in a hurry to leave. Steadying herself on one knee, she raised from the floor, trying to not draw Immortan Joes attention towards herself. She hoped that he hadn't seen her daydreaming and ignoring the Mechanic.
She followed the Mechanic out of the current room, twisting and turning down various hallways; she wasn't quite sure where they were headed or why. Sometimes she thought it might be good to tune into important conversations, maybe it could help her escape or at least make her not so blind to the Citadels problems.
Sucked into her thoughts, she was oblivious to the war boys turning around the corner she was headed to. She smacked into one hard, causing herself to fall backwards onto the caverns floor.
"Uh, sorry. My bad" she said in a tremble. She had hoped he wouldn't turn too violent for her stupid mistake. Looking at the war boy, she saw a familiar face. Nux was staring down at her, remembering the previous day and meeting the young girl named Plysma.
Both their heads snapped to the Mechanic as he yelled at Plysma.
"Can't you ever just pay attention to what you're doin! Stop daydreaming, you'll never be anything more than a slave." His words were harsh, but it wasn't anything new. She knew he was right, but she liked to pretend she had a chance to get out of his clutches, to get out of the Citadel.
"Immortan Joe couldn't find you a smarter slave Organic, eh?" Plysma's head snapped to the vaguely familiar voice, only recognizing it to be the other war boy Nux had came in with the previous day. She cringed at his currents words, and at the memory of what he had said before.
The Organic Mechanic briefly laughed at Slits words and turned his attention to Nux clearing his throat. Nux had looked uncomfortable for no reason to the rest of the war boys and the Mechanic. He was uncomfortable with how they were treating Plysma. She was smart, beautiful, and from what he could tell, she was kind.
"The tumors, Organic, Larry and Barry. Been cuttin off my air more than usual. Makin me feel sicker, think another transfusion might help? " By the time Nux finished what he had to say, the other war boys lost interested in the conversation and left- Slit included.
Organic raised a hand to the back of his neck, his brain obviously racking over his 'to-do' list. His eyebrows scrunched together, making it obvious that he probably didn't have the time to look Nux over and give him another transfusion.
"Look Nux, I'm crunched for the day. I really ain't got no time for little things today. Just got out of a meeting with the boss, I- "
Before even finishing his sentence, Nux butted in quickly.
"The girl? If you still have no bloodbags and no time, you can just hook us up again. Don't need you to stick round. She's no trouble, I can handle watching her. "He grinned at the Mechanic, hoping he wouldn't catch on to the fact that Nux wanted-needed- to spend time alone with Plysma.
Although slightly suspicious at Nuxs intentions, he figured no harm could be done considering the fact that Plysma was forever stuck in that belt. Grunting as a response, he pulled on Plysmas chains as a sign to for them to both follow him back to the cavern where almost all of his procedures were performed.
As Organic was pushing the needle into Plysma, Nux couldn't help but stare at her. He thought her eyes were perfect, only able to be improved if they were chrome. He noticed she constantly had a pair of dimples showing, he could only imagine how they would be if she ever smiled or laughed. His eyes eventually landed on the fresh cut on her face. He was curious how she had gotten it in such a short amount of time, but pushed the thought back in his brain; he would ask her later. Nux was so used to wounds and cuts, he was surprised he noticed it at all.
He continued to hope that Organic didn't notice his lingering stares or his ever growing anxiety. He just kept repeating the same thing in his head, over and over.
She's different, why is she so different. She's different, why is she so different.
Maybe it was the adrenaline of being in the crash, but he wasn't as nearly anxious and nervous yesterday as he was at the current moment. Plysma was just as nervous as Nux, but for different reasons. She hoped she wasn't wrong about him, she hoped he wasn't like the rest of the war boys.
He couldn't be.
She could see him staring at her, she could see the anxiousness. She had to admit, her heart jumped at his plea for another transfusion. It made everything so much more simple, she no longer needed to beg the Mechanic to let her stay alone in the cavern.
"Ah, uh, well I'll be back later. If you finish before I'm back, just leave the stuff on a table. Make sure she isn't able to go anywhere before you leave. "
"Mm" was all Nux felt the need to reply.
They both watched as the Organic Mechanic turned and left, listening to his heavy boots fall against the hard rock hallway, slowly getting fainter and fainter. After a minute, silence took over the room with the only sounds being their faint breathing.
Nux wanted to immediately start asking her questions, but he feared of being too pushy. He hoped he hadn't been too pushy the day before. He figured that if he asked a simple question that didn't mean much, he could decide if she wanted to talk or not.
Before thinking out his question, he sputtered "Do you remember me from yesterday? ". He instantly regretted his question and inwardly face palmed himself.
Of course she would remember me! She was only forced to provide me blood 14 hours ago.
She froze at the sudden questions. Panicking at what to reply she kept blaming herself.
God damn it, why can't you just react normally. Normally. Get out of your shell!
"Yes" she let out quietly, refusing to make eye contact. She hope to Valhalla that he didn't think she was being rude. She wanted to talk to him so badly, she just couldn't force herself to do it.
"Look I'm sorry for taking all your blood. I really hope you don't mind." He said, trying to comfort her obvious nervousness. "Hey, at least I got you away from Organic for a little bit; I know he can be…. Overwhelming to say the least. It could be worse, you could be stuck with my bud Slit. "
Nux could feel himself rambling, spewing out pointless words in attempt to be friendly. Hoping he wasn't making the situation worse, he grasped onto the silence, waiting for a reply like a predator.
Plysma let out a small smile, she could see he was getting more and more nervous the longer she didn't reply to him. She thought his rambling was cute, it showed her he genuinely cared what she thought of him. She still was nervous, trying to pry herself out of the shell she hated so much. She knew Nux wasn't like the others, but her automatic reaction of fear and anxiety still set in.
Nux took her quick smile as a reply, and decided to keep on talking to her. He was hopeful that if he kept rambling on, he would eventually get a reply from her.
"So, how old are you?" he was curious, she looked around his age but he couldn't tell for sure.
Nux had finally said something that needed a response, he wasn't just rambling and making statements anymore. Even though her shell was still slightly shut, she muttered out a few words in reply.
"My parents… they said around 6929 days the last time I was with them. They're counting could be off by a few…" her voice got quieter towards the end of her sentences, but she felt her shell open, and she immediately felt more comfortable around Nux.
She dreaded the moment when the Mechanic would come back in, constantly looking over her shoulder at the open hallway, waiting for his figure to appear. Nux also never wanted their time alone to end, even though he barely knew Plysma, he wanted her to be with him. To constantly be by his side, to go off to do war with him. He knew Immortan Joe would never let him be with her, she was Organics gift, and she would probably die before being detached from him or the wall.
"Can I… can I ask how you got that cut on your face?" Nux blurted out, almost instantly regretting asking the question. He did want to know, but he didn't think about how it would affect her. Knowing the people that surrounded her, the event was more than likely nasty, not something Plysma probably wanted to relive.
She instinctively reached up to touch the cut she had forgotten about, it still stung to touch, but overall her cuts had felt better than earlier when getting out of bed. Her mind flashed back to the previous night. No matter the apology, she was still scarred from that night. The Mechanic had never been so violent, he was only verbally abusive for the most part.
"Uh, the Organic Mechanic…" she trailed off, deciding if she should continue or not about the previous nights details.
Deciding to continue to talk, she briefly looked at Nuxs face before looking back down in her lap. He looked like he had a hint of sadness in his eyes, knowing what Organic was capable of. He hated the idea that someone would do something like that to Plysma. There was really no reason to ever be physically abusive towards her, she was tiny and fragile, Organic would have no problem controlling her without it.
"He had, uh, a little too much to drink… I'm surprised he remembered any of it." her eyebrows furrowed together as the scene replayed in her head. "It actually happened in here while you were sleeping… "
The new information only made Nux look sadder. His sadness turned to angry, and he felt personally responsible for the cut now across Plysma's face.
Why didn't I wake up! I coulda stopped it from happenin!
He was sure he could have prevented it from happening, he could have easily pushed Organic away or knocked him out; he probably wouldn't have even know what happened.
Both of their ears tuned in to distant heavy footsteps coming from the connecting hallway. With eyes glued to the entrance, they both hoped it wasn't the Organic Mechanic returning. He did say he wouldn't be back for a while, but knowing him, he probably forgot something important to his plans.
A sudden burst of white whipped around the corner and rushed into the room. Slit stopped moving once he was next to Nux. His grinned widen, forming across his face more than usual.
"C'mon! Lets go! You've wasted enough time in this room. A party of war boys just brought back some new parts. Don't you want to work on it? Are you a revhead or not!?" before he finished his sentence, he was already pulling on Nux. Nux tried to pull back, obviously wanting to spend more time alone with Plysma, but Slit kept pulling harder. He eventually head-butted Nux, causing him to stumble back. Slit pulled the transfusion tube out of his arm and head-butted him a second time, causing him to fully black out.
He grabbed his now cooperating body and slung it over his shoulders, and made his way to the door, and eventually the mechanical room. Slit paid no attention to eyes that were glued on him.