"What have you done Meya?" Erol asked in his strange new buzzing voice.
"The mission was a failure sir. I couldn't take him." Meya grumbled staring down at her military issued bed sheets, the blood soaking through them as the metal stitches in her stomach stopped little of her blood from escaping. A tear slid down her cheek which she couldn't hide and he didn't notice. She couldn't look at him for two reasons, one, her failure in her mission. And two, ah well, let's just say that he wasn't very pleasant to look at.
"Come with me." It wasn't an order or a suggestion, but more of a passing thought that he wanted her to see something. He stalked out of her small gunmetal colored room, not waiting for her to follow. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her black pants catching on the metal side of the bed. She winced, not from the grating feeling of the gravel that was still embedded in her back, but from the feeling of the wire stitches rubbing against her innards. Her breath stopped in her throat and her silvery green eyes widened in horror as she felt a frayed wire catch on something and tear. She stared down past her bra as the blood flow quickened and stained her pants a darker black.
"Meya!' he yelled for her.
"Coming sir!" she coughed, this pain she was not used to and could not take pleasure in it. The feeling she would grow accustomed to, before the day she died.
Erol waited impatiently in the barracks near her room.
"Meya!" he yelled for her over his shoulder.
"Coming sir!" he heard her cough out of sight beyond her door. He heard soft faltering footsteps on the concrete floor and turned back to the doorway. She stood holding her pale bloody stitched stomach with one hand and leaned on the doorway with her other. Blood dripped down onto her bare feet. "I can't" she began, but fell to her knees. Her head sank down to her chest and Erol moved to her and bent down to her.
"No?" he asked lifting her head to face so she could look at him with his claw. She stared at him through teary eyes. He stood and dragged her up with him by her arm. She was flung unceremoniously over his shoulder with a yelp of pain from her lips. He turned and ran through the fortress.
Meya was dizzy. Erol moved so fast, everything blurred as he moved. When he stopped, Meya was in shock of what she saw. They were looking from the fortress doorway up at the sky. Up there a great red building floated.
"Look well Meya," Erol buzzed. "That's the Guards' new home." Meya silently wept.