Fuck! Fucking godsdamn shitass motherfucking Horde!
Glimmer kicked at the force field again but it didn't do anything more than it did the last dozen times she'd tried it. She grabbed at the only thing in her cell, the small hard bench, and tried to rip it out of the wall, but it was welded on. She screamed in frustration and kicked the bench too, though that did even less than kicking the force field and now her foot hurt.
These FUCKING dress shoes! Why the hell didn't she wear her boots?
FUCK her head hurt.
Something wet slid down her face and she touched it, her fingers coming up red. Great. Just fucking great. She wiped her hand on what was left of her dress.
Another fucking mistake. She'd have had that scrawny blond kid if her shoes hadn't gotten caught up in the long skirt. This is why soldiers didn't wear fucking dresses. She grabbed the edge of the material and yanked, the rich material giving easily, ripping the dress all the way around until the whole thing wasn't much longer than a pair of shorts. She threw the ragged wad of material against the wall, just to get it out of her sight.
What if that was the last time she ever saw him? And she'd wasted their last conversation talking about a fucking necklace. She reached up to touch the gemstone and realized it was gone, lost in the fight.
No! No, she was absolutely not going to fall apart, not going to let these assholes see her cry. No tears, no fear. She pressed every emotion down into simple, uncomplicated rage.
She paced the tiny space. This whole place smelled like piss and motor oil. Her body ached, her muscles still recovering from the double dose of venom and the fight but she wouldn't let herself sit. Not when those piss-guzzling ass-monkeys had her best friend.
They better not hurt Bow. They better not touch one FUCKING hair on his head or she would end them, make every last one of them pay. She punched the force field again, pain stinging through her hand but at least it kept her sharp.
She tried to cross her arms but they were too tender, the ugly marks along them already turning sickly yellow. Every deep breath stung where the lizard guy kneed her in the gut and her head was still ringing from that punch she took from the bitch with the braids. At least she'd given back just as good.
Maybe better since Glimmer still had all her teeth.
She never should have let them take him. Never should have let them be separated. She wouldn't have, if those shitstains hadn't cheated. If they hadn't called in their pet scorpion to sting her, knock unconscious because she would never have given up otherwise. She'd still be out there, drunk on fury, biting and punching and kicking until nothing that could hit back could move anymore.
She'd been the one. Scorpia the others called her. She'd been on the balcony with them and Glimmer should have noticed, should have been paying better attention, should have recognized her from Salineas but, no, she was too busy acting like some godsdamn boneheaded girl in a storybook gossiping and playing dress up! She should have been protecting her friends, should have never let her guard down, should have known the Horde would ruin the ball like they ruin every FUCKING thing they touch.
You're a fucking soldier, asshole! Or did you forget that?
Bow, screaming, his body contorted in pain, surrounded by red lightning. She dug the heels of her hands into her eyes, trying to block out the memory. It hurt like it had been her being ripped apart by dark magic. The desperate way he'd called her name, that horrible sound of pain he'd made when Shadow Weaver—
Shadow Weaver. She was going to fucking kill her too, right after she wiped that shitty little smirk off Catra's face. Standing there with She-Ra's sword swung over her back, gloating in the ship, laughing as they hurt him, as they hurt the person she cared about most in the entire world. This whole thing was Catra's fault and she had to pay.
I don't care what you were to Adora. Give me one of my arrows and I'll carve that fucking smile right off your face. And then we'll see who's laughing.
It took a moment to get her breathing back under control. She clenched and unclenched her fists at her side, the cool air of the metal prison hitting her bare skin. Blood oozed down the side of her face again and she wiped it with her forearm.
Think, Glimmer. They have the sword. She-Ra's not coming. You're on your own here.
Well, then fine. She'd rescue them herself! She'd find Bow and take him home. That image was calming, somehow. They didn't need anyone else anyway. It had always been the two of them before and they'd managed just fine!
Besides, that what she really was, anyway. Not some sparkly poofed-up princess. A fucking knight.
So how was she going to rescue her prince?
She made her way back over to the force field, slower this time. Her brain was buzzing, wanting something to HIT but this wasn't the time for that. She needed the other part of her brain, the quiet part that could take something apart and put it back together again. She scanned the beams of light, focusing on one until she reached the pinpoint where it came out of the wall. There were zillions of them, lasers doubling over and over on each other until they formed a solid surface, literally fucking impossible to get through!
No. Deep breaths. Stay calm. You can do this. She tried to pretend she was some real technology master like Entrapta and not some hobby tinkerer who made trick arrows.
Thing was, she wouldn't need to shut off all the beams, just some. Disrupt the pattern enough that she could get through. Well, that's just fucking great! If only she'd thought to bring a dozen tiny mirrors and a decent length of wire she could...
Glimmer paused. She reached up and pulled one of the hairpins out of her hair. With her thumb, she snapped off the tiny crystal and watched how it sparkled in her palm in what little light there was in here. She closed her hand into a fist, protecting the tiny stone, an idea forming.
Hang on, Bow. I'm going to get us out of here.