The Revolution
Disclaimer: I own nothing but what you see here. This was inspired awhile back by the Disturbed song Land of Confusion. In this, Riley has been trapped in some third world country where women aren't treated all that great for five years after surviving a plane crash but is believed dead by those back home. Warning, this will not be a very pleasant chapter.
Summary: After five years of Hell, Riley's ready to strike back and she's not alone either.
For five long years, Riley Matthews has been in a place of Hell where women are treated like they barely matter. And it all started the day she was saved from the wreckage of a plane crash that she had miraculously survived. The kind doctor was perhaps one of the few examples of good men in the country she wound up in and if it hadn't of been for him she likely would have died due to some of the injuries she'd gotten in that crash. Unfortunately after she'd recovered, the government had proven to be highly uncaring to her plight and felt that if she wanted to leave she damned well could on her own. After that things got to be fairly bad as time went on and she'd even been forced to watch as the kindly doctor be brutally tortured before being shot in the head. The things she'd witnessed, had done to her, and even done herself had changed her from the loving, kind, and somewhat naive girl into a survivor no longer naive to anything.
A survivor who did what it took to keep herself and anyone with her alive. And during her fifth year in that country, rumors had started up of America getting involved with the country's politics but so far nothing had changed for the better. Many had speculated it was because of the country's very old fashioned views towards many things and it was given the Americans a harder time to help provide change where it was needed. Also during this time Riley and her rebels had started to slowly fight back against their oppressors and rally as many women as they could to their cause along with a few men here and there that were sympathetic to them. And while a majority of the women couldn't really fight, they weren't afraid to learn or hold back from using any weapons they could get their hands on as well.
It'd be around the November of Riley's fifth year in that Hellhole that she and others would finally strike out at the country's capitol where its main government resided. They had attacked late into the night and more then half the city had been taken by them and it was to this scene that many across the world were seeing thanks to the various news crews in the area. "This is Darren Davidson of ABC News and what you are seeing now is the results of an over night attack by some mysterious force that is yet to be identified. Its believed this same force may be the one responsible for other attacks in the country over the past several months that is also rumored to be comprised of women. So far the country's military has done its best to hold back the opposition as can be heard by the sound of gunfire in the air. Wait! Something's coming this way!"
The camera aimed at where he was pointing and sure enough a large crowd could be seen and behind them were several tanks and jeeps. The girl in the lead wore black boots, green fatigues, a grey muscle shirt that was tucked in, and had her hair in a ponytail with loose strands here and there. Going down one eye was a scar she'd gotten nearly two years ago during a confrontation with an officer of the law who thought himself better then her. She looked like she'd gone through Hell and managed to come out of it with some torn up clothing, some cuts, and smudges across her. This was Riley Matthews, leader of the Women's Revolution, a revolution that aimed to take this country from the men and turn it into something far better. A knife was in a holster on her left while she carried a shotgun in her hands.
As she and the others drew closer, several people back in New York gaped in shock as they realized just who the lead woman was and were elated that Riley was alive while feeling horrified at the same time over how she looked and that she was carrying weapons on her. Topanga could be heard asking in a horrified voice on what on Earth had happened to her babygirl. And Maya, Lucas, Farkle, and Zay were all looking to raise some Hell to whoever had hurt Riley like that. "Excuse me! Can I have a moment of your time?" Asked Darren as he got closer to the large group of women.
Riley looked at him and the man couldn't help but shiver from the cold look in her eyes. "I'll do more then just give you a moment of time if you're wanting to know who I am and what it is we're doing. I am Riley Matthews and for nearly five years I've been trapped in this nightmarish country thanks to an uncaring government that would rather keep women in chains and treat them like they don't even matter. I have survived everything thrown my way and I will continue to do so and I WILL NOT REST UNTIL THE WOMEN'S REVOLUTION HAS TAKEN CONTROL FROM OLD FOOLS WITH OLD WAYS!"
The look in her eyes and the determination in her voice showed just how serious she was being and it broke the hearts of those who knew her back in New York and it didn't help that they were getting horibble thoughts of what she may have gone through in her time there. Plus Cory and Topanga were feeling angrier then they'd ever been over hearing that that country's government refused to do anything for her. Maya from where she was with the others could be heard screaming out the words 'Kick their asses Riley!'
Riley and the Women's Revolution then marched on, leaving behind a stunned Darren Davidson who quickly decided to follow along with the camera man not far behind. The remaining half of the government's military met the women head on but they soon found themselves no match for the determined women who had some very helpful fire power on their side. The women fought until all that was left was the American contingent who'd been asked to help guard the meeting place of the government where all laws and the like were made and upheld. "Whoa! Halt right there ladies!" Commanded one man as he stepped forward with his automatic rifle pointed at them.
Riley stepped forward with her head held high. "I think not Captain, you know what the way of life is like here and to help defend that goes against EVERYTHING America stands for. So either move out of the way and or be removed by force."
The Captain stood there and debated in his head over what had been said. Hell he hated the fact the locals here had asked them to do this since he and his men felt they were pure scum for how they treated the women. And this girl in front of him who was clearly American seemed to have gotten into some horrible trouble considering the scar on her face and he wasn't too sure he even wanted to know how that happened. Ah screw those old fashioned bastards. Thought the man as he looked back to his men.
"MOVE ASIDE!" He ordered and they quickly complied as he did the same.
Riley began to move forward but as she went past him, she stopped again. "Thank you Dave. I'm happy to see you're still a good man."
Dave as he was now known was surprised as Hell this woman even knew who he was! "How… How do you even know me!?"
Turning to him, she gave him a little smile. "Just a teacher's daughter is all." She told him and moved onward.
Dave made sure to get the heck out of the way of the rest of the group as he thought on what had just been said to him when it hit him. Oh my God… RILEY MATTHEWS!?
He looked towards the head of the group in shock as he could hardly believe that was Riley 'Sunshine' Matthews and his ex. Like everyone else that knew her, her loss had him pretty hard as during their time together he'd grown to care a lot for her. Hell she even helped with his corn chip addiction that had been getting way out of hand for that matter! "Give 'em Hell Sunshine." The man said softly before ordering his men to be rear support for the women in case it was needed and would take any reprimands and the like thrown their way for the order if it came to that.
Once at the doors of the government's main building of operations, Riley marched right in with and along with those who followed inside, shot, clubbed, stabbed, arrowed, and punched any opposition out out of their path to the central chamber. Using the remaining shotgun shell she had, the brunette shot open the doors and marched right in. "I know you all can understand English and even speak it just as I can with your own language. So listen up and listen good. Stand down and be taken prisoner so that those who truly has this country and its peoples best interests in mind."
"What make think us men listen to feeble wimin." Came the voice of one man who apparently wasn't concerned by all the weaponry they had.
Riley gave him a cold glare as she detested egotistical old men like him. "Because. WE have taken out every bit of opposition you could throw at us. THAT'S why you should listen because if you don't… You'll go the same way they all did."
The same man scoffed at that and quickly found a bullet hole to the head for his trouble. This prompted those in power to retaliate instead of surrendering the smart way and it proved to be a bloody but short lived fight and Riley would wind up a jagged scar down her right arm as she ended the life of the final man. Looking around at her fellow women, Riley then walked past them all and on to the steps of the building with them following behind. The many still outside, along with Dave and his men, and the reporters watched on. Finally after several seconds of silence she raised the arm with the new scar on it and declared loudly. "VICTORY!"
And the cheers of those there roared out happily as those watching everywhere else watched on in stunned fascination. Riley then fell to one knee due to the blood loss before being helped up gingerly by those around her and quickly be taken to someone who could help with the blood loss. The war was over and now… Now the time for a new era was about to begin.
Author's Notes: If what I found is correct, wimin for women is one of the right uses in the Yazgulyam language. Which took me awhile to find something like that when researching languages that might apply to a third world country. Hope you guys liked this despite the seriousness of it! Now, I'm off to go and write a fix-it fic for the Flash episode that aired recently.