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#4: Winnie doesn't own sector v or any characters you recognize from the show. Please read and review.
10. The Story
The long line of captives marched along in the forest, getting drenched ever more by the endless torrents of rain. Low branches and spiky thorns tore at the sopping wet clothing, which was clinging like sandspurs to the captives and making another thing weigh them down. Manacles rubbed and wore at now raw wrists and small bodies were stung and slashed by nettles and thorns. No one was allowed to walk and everyone marched and trotted, and ran in the clearings. Cree was determined to get as deep into the woods and as far away from the KND as possible.
Day began to break over the horizon. Cree was getting exhausted from running up and down the slave line all night. She instructed Ayessur to wind the lines around two trees and let the slaves eat and rest.
The prisoners were a variety of edible roots, plants, and berries. After the chain was firmly tied, the captives plopped down on the ground, extremely tired beyond belief.
Winnie had barely any time to do any thing before her chains were loosened.
"Get up, fool. Cree wants to see you." Said Katsu and Kosuke (the names I have given to the Interesting Twins.)
Winnie was practically sleeping as they dragged her to Cree, who sat in a trashy den at the base of a large tree.
"Come in, Winifred. Kat n' Kose, get back to work. I have to tell our little resister something that concerns only her and I."
Katsu and Kosuke left immediately.
Cree leaned back in her "chair" casually as she stared at Winnie through the eye slits in her mask. "Take a seat, Winifred. Wake up! Keep keen now, I don't want you sleeping through my story, so listen up!"
Winnie took her seat on the ground in front the teen as she undid her mask.
"Ah, good to get this mask off now and then."
The kiwi rolled her eyes.
"Do you know why I'm against the Kids Next Door?"
"Because you were decommissioned, roight?"
"You're a clever girl," Cree said, "but it wasn't just that, and I shall tell you the story
"A long time ago, before your cousin or my sister were cadets, I was Numbuh 11 of Sector G. My leader Numbuh 7, she looked similar to you, but she was taller, and had longer and blonder hair. Her name was Mariel Moanapo. One day on a mission, her weapon "accidentally" hit me. The pain was almost unbearable. Sure, Numbuh 7 acted sorry for me, but I knew she had meant to do it.
"So," Cree continued, "That day I escaped. But before I could reach the door, Numbuh 7 stopped me. I grabbed a plank and knocked her out of my way. Unfortunately, the Numbuh 8 at the time witnessed it. He grabbed his sword and chased me out of the treehouse and beyond. I never knew what happened the Mariel. I was immediately decommissioned and hated. I was from then on against the KND and swore vengeance on the ones who caused me pain."
Cree began to put her mask back on.
"You loiar!" Winnie cried, "The KND wouldn't 'arm a fellow operative purposely. You also 'aven't said wot this 'as ta do wit' meh!"
Cree snatched Winnie up by her hood.
"Shut up! How dare you talk to me in that tone! Numbuh 4 is the current owner of the very sword the past Numbuh 8, Gally Rath, chased me with! He will learn the meaning of pain. The pain of guilty agony, his sibling is too young, so the loss of Winifred Virginia Toruwhäteo Beatles, his closest cousin, will be good enough. Ayessur, chain this slave back with the others!"
Winnie was dropped to the ground. She couldn't regain her senses fast enough, so she was hauled back to the group.
Chip sighed with relief to see Winnie back again okay. She was rechained next to Chip and Emmett.
"So, what happened?" Chip asked.
Winnie began relating Cree's story. From Mariel and Gally, to Wally and her. Then she sat back and waited for a response.
Stan gave the answer, "Nigel told me about that incident. Mariel's weapon of choice was a hardwood club. When she turned around to swing at the enemy on that mission, she accidentally dealt Cree a painful blow. Mariel was very worried for Cree. When Cree left the Med Lab to escape, Mariel only asked where Cree was going. Cree was not armed with a "plank", she held in her hands Mariel's own club. When Gally saw Cree attack Mariel, he took out his sword, imagining the worst result Mariel had suffered, and, possessed by rage, charged Cree. Mariel survived, and Wally was given the sword after Gally."
"'Ey! Get a sleepin' down there now, or I'll whip ya 'till ya do!" Sackdroll called.
The cadets instantly relaxed on the soggy grass and muddy ground. The constant rhythm of the raindrops pelting the earth became monotonous enough for them to fall into slumber.
Me: Yiss, yiss, 'tis the end of yet another chapter in my glorious fanfic. If you're curious, I finally got an account on deviant art as Winnie-Beatles. I have a front and back cover for Winnimeo there. And like I said earlier…PLZ REVIEW! Thank you.