We are a Rainbow
Chapter Three
By: Cartman's Girl
Jozef woke with a start, one of the mirrors were moving, then it slid
completely open. He snarled when he saw the shadows of Cordan's, but he was
silenced by a stun ray again. He was getting used to those things, that's for
sure. He was dragged from the room by the arms, and thrown into another cage
full of locks and chains to attach to his slim limbs.
"Ughnmm?" he murmered, and opened his eyes. Before him stood a Cordan, dressed
entierly in black leather. Yow, this ain't gonna be good. He grins, showing off
his sharp teeth at Jozef. Jozef's antennae tingled, he had a feeling something
bad was going to happen. Then he noticed, his antennae were being held out
painfully straight, laid out in front of his head.
"Hey!" Jozef cried out, trying to pull his antenane free. The Cordan, named
BillyBob, grinned evilly at the Irken's attempts. Then he held up a metal clad
hand, it grasped a long pair of hot tongs. Being held by the tongs was a pure
white ball, with a hole running through the middle. A highly thin hole… thin
enough for an antennae to be slipped through and then have the hot ball attach
itself to the anenane.
"Get ready for a wild time, kid." BillyBob grinned. He took one of Jozef's
antennae in his free hand, and slid the ball onto it. It wasn't touching any
antennae yet, but then it came to near the base of his spine and it touched and
connected, and burned into his antennae. Jozef shut his eyes and let out a
silent scream. No words could express what he was feeling now.
And it didn't stop. As one was applied, another one was slowly slid over the
same antennae. Eventually, one whole antennae was decorated with the pure white
balls. Four on each antennae. Then the other was done, and man, BillyBob was
enjoying this. Sadistic meanie!
Finally the applications were done with, and Jozef was
thrown back into the mirror room. He remained on the floor, not daring to move.
Moving made it hurt. Everything made pain throb it's way down his antennae into
ever inch of his body. It wasn't fair… he'd tried all this time and still he
was stuck here. Maybe it'd be best to give in for now… let them think they've
won…
~*~
Having one's soul broken is a feeling even words can't express. Everything I
had hoped to happen didn't… I was doomed to remain in the Cordans' grip of
power until my dying day… so I might as well have accepted it.
~*~
The mirrored door slowly slid open, and Jozef moved away from the door to the
corner of the room. He was cowering. Dear Slark what has he lowered himself to.
A Cordan guard looked in, smirking cruelly as he saw the state of him. Jozef's
antennae were still painful, he had dried blood on his back and scars and
bruises.
"Oh your feet, you're about to be evaluated. NOW." Snapped the guard. Jozef
quickly got to his feet, his height towering over the short Cordan that came up
to his chest. "Right." Soon the tall Irken was being was being led through a
long corridor. More metal, more dim light. Another door slammed open and he was
shoved into the room. He tripped, slamming into the floor.
"Ow…" he moaned. He sat up on his knees, then blinked as he realised there was
3 Cordan's in the room. Not including guards with lasers.
"You have a name?" Warner, the oldest Cordan present asked. Jozef choked slightly,
and rubbed at his eyes.
"J-Jozef…" he replied quietly.
"Speak up!" snapped the Signa.
"Jozef!" Jozef cried, before leaning back.
"Ah yes… the troubled reject." Said Warner, tapping his finger tips together.
"We've heard all about you. Attacking guards, cleaners, General's… but you seem
tamer now."
"Think he's ready?" asked Mollusc, the third Cordan.
"Whoever dares buy him can deal with him." Said Warner.
"They can clearly see the white balls; they know what they're buying."
~*~
They had 'tamed' me, as they so put it…
stripped me of my feeling of freedom, my love of life… fools. Nothing they
could do would take my love of living away from me. I wanted a better world for
myself and I'd go through Heaven and Hell itself to get it…
How did I know I HAD to go through Heaven and Hell…?
~*~
"Ew he's so SKINNY." A little girl Cordan made a face as she saw Jozef. He'd
been taken to the local trading arena where slaves were traded, sold, bought,
and sometimes killed. Jozef barely flinched as children threw bits of food at
him, even if he could do something he wouldn't. They were children. Not their
fault their parents had raised them wrong.
He tugged at the chains on his legs and arms. The other Irken's in the arena
were free to walk around, but due to his white ball classification he had to
remain immobile all throughout the ordeal. Hanging his head, Jozef ignored the
burning sensation of thousands of eyes glaring at him, criticizing him…
"My IS a big one." Said a deep voice. The voice made Jozef lift his head,
searching for the owner of the voice.
"Are you interested sir? I should warn you he is partly insane and a reject."
Replied a shorter Cordan who was one of the sellers present.
"I can see that fool! Not every Irken has 8 white balls to his antennae! He's
tall. That's important. Tall means stronger, stronger means better. I'll take
him." Replied a big Cordan. He was rather big, and obviously rich by the looks
of his robes.
"Very well sir... this way…"
~*~
Being a slave wasn't my life's dream,
believe me… but my master wasn't as bad as the other Cordan's I'd met. Oddly
enough he was very kind to me; maybe due to my height and muscular strength…
course the other slaves he owned hated me. It was to be expected.
~*~
"Jozef!" the voice rang out from down the hallway. Jozef lifted his head,
propping his mop up against the wall and hurried down the hallway and came to a
halt by the door, where his master Mr. Beja was stood.
"Jozef my boy, we're getting in a new slave today. Show her the ropes won't
you?" Mr. Beja asked, hands on his jacket's pockets.
"Sir yes sir." Jozef nodded.
"That's my boy." Mr. Beja then walked out the door, opened by Jozef, to collect
the new recruit. Jozef stood at the door, blinking suddenly. A girl? Mr. Beja
had only owned male slaves; since they were stronger… maybe this one was to be
a maid to bring him meals?
"Here she is." Mr. Beja re-entered, followed by the female. Oh. The whole world
stopped turning for Jozef in that instant. She was beautiful. Long flowing antennae,
beautiful pink eyes and she wore a simple white dress.
"Jozef, this is Queenie. Queenie, Jozef." Mr. Beja gestured to her. Queenie
narrowed her eyes at the tall Irken male,
"Charmed." She said, but by the tone of her voice she didn't mean it. But Jozef
was never the smart chap, remember. He took that as she actually was charmed.
"Queenie, Jozef is to show you around for today." Mr. Beja told the girl, and
then walked off to head to work. Jozef shut the door behind him, turning to the
girl.
"Well... um… right! Show you… the ropes… wait, what ropes?" Jozef blinked, and
Queenie just gave him a sceptical look.
~*~
Oh, Queenie… my beloved Queenie… she was
so beautiful, so wonderful… being with her made me so happy, so giddy… no one
had ever made me feel like this before…
~*~
"You IDIOT! You're meant to rinse THEN lather!" Queenie was exasperated. Jozef
had offered to help her wash out the dishes; both with specialised gloves on.
Too bad Jozef had never been a kitchen Irken.
"Oh, OH right!" he grinned, nodding. Gosh, she was so helpful to point out what
he was doing wrong then point out the right way to go about it.
"Sheesh." She muttered, going back to drying and putting away. "I hope this is
over soon, I have a book I want to read." Jozef stopped, looking at her with
one antennae rising slowly.
"Read?" he asked.
"…you don't know what reading is?"
Queenie asked, almost dropping a plate. Jozef shook his head,
"No, what is it?" he asked, eager to learn something new. Queenie muttered
under her breath about being with a stupid lout.
"Words that stay forever. You learn to read them, meaning to speak out what it
says. I know how to read because my last mistress sought it important for us to
know. I guess YOU never learnt." She put some dishes away, before glaring at
him. "Get back to washing."
"Sorry, sorry." He went back to washing the dishes out, "So… reading are words
that you speak but is also… there?"
"Written." Queenie said. He paused, finishing the washing and stacking them up.
He looked at her, smiling slightly.
"Could you teach me to read?" he asked. Queenie stared at him blankly. Well.
Least it'd give her something else to do that involved reading, even if it was
teaching this pathetic Irken.
"Yeah, sure, sure." She waved a hand. Queenie screamed, since Jozef had
suddenly thrown his arms around her and lifted her up off the floor happily.
Well he WAS taller then her remember.
"Oh THANK you!"
~*~
Queenie made my life more worth living…
she taught me reading, numbers, writing… everything. Sure took me over a couple
years to learn it ALL but she tried. And while all this was happening I was
becoming a fast favourite of Mr. Beja. He even began teaching me about Cordan's
history and their way of life. He said it'd be important if I was sold to
anyone else… my life's plan of a free land was on hold for now.
I had much to learn.
[To be continued]
