title:walking thru barbed wire (for lack of a better one)
Author: roach
Rating: nc-17 (for gore ,decapitation/ and because had no clue what rating to put it in. so that's just to be on the safe side!)
Pairings: guess!
Disclaimer: don't own anything from the movie
Feedback: yes please
special note: ty caz for checking it out for me !!! you're the best!
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The girl, walking down the streets of New Mecca, is unaware that she is being followed and that a terrible crime has just taken place in her home. As she approaches her sanctuary, she senses that something is not right.
The young woman is undecided as to what she should do next. Should she investigate or should she flee? A brief moment passes and she finally reaches her house, only to discover the door slightly opened. As she opens it further, what her innocent green eyes see next makes her double over nauseous. Blood, gore, human bodies piles the hallways, detached body parts and organs litter the floor and cover the walls, the horrible smell of death fills the air as she carries on her search, her search to find her care taker, her adoptive father. She hopes and prays that he's alright, that he got away, or that he is just hiding and not returning her pleas of despair, but as she reaches his bedroom it is obvious that he is no longer alive. A bloody handprint covers his bedroom door. She hesitantly turns the handle and opens the door. What she sees next will haunt her for the rest of her life. There on the floor lays Imam, or more likely what is left of him. The decapitated corpse of her fellow survivor is almost unrecognisable. His eyes are pulled out of their sockets and are lying mashed into his carpeted floor, the poor man has been stabbed multiple times, fingers have been cut off, the ones that are still attached to his hands are missing finger nails, his torso has been cut open and intestine is spilling onto the floor, his heart is no longer in it's predestined place, it is now forced into Imam's opened mouth and the red sticky liquid poring down his chin has started to coagulate.
She takes two steps closer to the now cold body and falls to her knees, allowing the river of tears to flow down her sorrow-filled face. How could this happen, who could do something like this? But her thoughts are left unanswered. A noise is heard from outside the room, as she is about to turn her head to see what it could be, a hand grabs her shoulder pulling her to her feet and dragging her out of the room. All is happening too fast for her to register what is going on. All she knows is that someone decided to turn her house into a battle field and someone else is dragging her out and into the wild forest behind it. She follows obediently, without question, attempting to find her bearings. She can hear people shouting behind them as they enter the forest, but doesn't really comprehend what's being said. They keep running through the woods, branches slap her face creating little gashes and scrapes, blood starts to spill out leaving tear shaped burgundy red traces, mud clings to her platform boots and little branches and leaves snap under their weight. As they continue through the woods her foot gets stuck in a crevice sending her plummeting face first in the muddy forest floor. Pain shoots up her leg after a sharp cracking noise and groan can be heard.
She hears, "Come on, we gotta move fast if we don't want to get caught. Come on, lets go, get up, get up Jack."
Her vision blurs up at the immense pain she feels and refocuses. She tries to get up but falls right back down. "I can't." she says. Two strong and well-defined, tanned arms picks her off the ground and brings her to rest against a hard chest. They start moving again, moving quickly down the path avoiding rocks, tree trunks and fallen branches. Dogs barking and guns going off can be heard not to far from where they are. She knows they have to pick up the pace but with her in his arms that wasn't going to happen. They continue their escape through the woods and halt suddenly at the edge of a river. She hears him say, "We'll have to swim up north so the dogs can't trace us, my ship is up the river in a clearing. We should be able to lose these freaks." He looks down at her and says "Can you swim?"
She weakly answers, "You know I can!"
He gently places her in the unseasonably cold water. She gasps at the sudden chill the water gives her body, she begins swimming up the river, being followed close behind by her "rescuer". They swim for what seems like hours, in the cold murky waters, fish sometimes bumping into them and algae getting intertwined on their limbs, but in fact those hours are only minutes in reality. The barking and the gun shots have appeared to have stopped as she hears the man next to her say; "We're here, we can get out of the water now."
She lifts herself up the edge of the riverbank and sits there on the edge deciding if she should try and get up by herself. She doesn't have to think about it longer because she gets picked up by the same strong arms as earlier. She sees a small ship up in the clearing, nothing fancy, just something that can take off and connect itself to something bigger up in space, it's certainly not of the latest technology, that's for sure!
As they make it to the ramp she get thrown over the man's shoulder, "Nice view," she thinks as he proceeds to enter the security code. The ramp descends with an awful screeching noise. He carries her up the ramp and into the cockpit, strapping her in the co-pilots seat, then preparing himself and the ship for lift-off. He takes one last look at his surroundings, hits the power button, and there departure into space begins.
