Chapter 5.5
//Flashback//
She towered over Eulogy Jones as he struggled to get away from her. A trail of blood followed him, flowing freely from the holes she shot through both his legs. As he moved, she caught sight of white bone covered with threads of torn flesh in the wounds. She was vaguely aware that he might be crying from the hysterical gibberish that spouted from his lips. It sounded like a mantra or a prayer. As she reloaded her Blackhawk, Eulogy grabbed a grenade and launched it at her. She shot at it as it flew towards her, exploding in the air. A spray of grenade dust scattered on the floor amidst the cry of despair he let loose.
'Do you feel sorry yet, Eulogy?' she asked him, listening to the lack of emotion in her voice.
'Fuck you!' the slaver screamed, trying desperately to get away from her, his legs sticking out at awkward angles.
'Charon, help me hold his hands, please,' she said.
'As you wish, Boss,' her companion obeyed and gripped the slaver's hands. She, on the other hand, picked up a collar from the floor and walked to the both of them. Eulogy screamed continuously, deafening, hysterical screams as he struggled futilely against Charon's grip. As she slipped the collar on him, he shrieked for mercy, tears flowing freely from his eyes. She kicked one of his broken legs earning a howl of pain. With the butt of her gun, she knocked him unconscious. Then she took out her combat knife and cut off one of his fingers to give to Sonora. They left the palace.
Outside, the ground was a tragic painting of blood, broken limbs and crippled slavers who hurled curses at her. The collective shrieking hurt her head as she slowly unlocked the slave pen, releasing the captured. Some hesitated to leave, watching her with fearful eyes. Others thanked her for freeing them, running out of the compound. The two child slaves were especially delighted, telling her that she wasn't like the other mungos and that she should pay a visit to Little Lamplight. As they passed the crippled slavers, they spat at them. They were children, but they acted like mini raiders.
When she made sure that none of the slaves were left, she asked the remaining living slavers whether anyone wanted cigarettes. They cursed at her. Yet, two of them wanted to smoke, sure that they were going to die anyway. She pushed the cigarettes through their lips and they bit down. Their limbs were too broken to control anymore. Broken beyond repair because she had aimed for their joints. Clover glared at her, her lips covered with blood, staining the cigarette between them.
'How about a light, then?'
'You want a light?' she asked, standing up. 'Here you go,' she replied. Then walked away as she set the place on fire. Screams followed her.
She left Paradise Falls with Charon following close behind, throwing the cigarettes onto the ground, the sickly smell of burning flesh filling the air. The smell would lure the families in Andale. If they were still alive, that was.
