They place us in the most disgusting room I've ever seen, and I've been in a garbage compactor. Back when I was little, me, Maven and Cal would play hide and seek. So, because of the fact that I'm stupid and foolish, I hid in the garbage compactor. When nobody could find me, There I was, melting away the metal with my heat. I wasn't hurt, but I sure did smell like trash. My Father never let me play Hide and Seek again.
But still, I'm grateful for a place to rest my head. Cal doesn't complain, so I don't either. He fools around with the circuitry as I look around in the tiny cabinets for something to grab. There's a bottle of whiskey, a few bottles of water, and two packets of food rations, dried up. I take everything out and open the whiskey. Cal gives me a look as I stare at him.
"Let me clean your wounds." I say simply. Cal stares at me blankly as I roll my eyes. "Whiskey can be used an an anti-inflectant, Cal."
Cal stares at me then gestures to the door. "I'm sure they can lend us some rubbing alcohol." He replied as I give him a small smile. I'm going to save that smile for Cal, and only Cal.
"I would rather not bother them." I reply and gesture to his shirt again. "Now come on, Cal. I don't want you to get an infection."
"Won't my heat just burn it away?" He asks me as he crosses his arms.
"Just to be safe." I reply and he heaves a sigh. Then, he tugs off his shirt and I finally see his back and stomach. One deep slash over his stomach, three thinner ones over his back, not to mention bone wounds. There's more, of course, but the deeper ones are visable to everyone.
He lies on the bed, face down, as I carefully rub the whiskey over his wounds. He doesn't even flinch.
When he turns over, I begin to clean his stomach when suddenly, the door opens and Mare pops her head in. Her face turns a deep shade of red as I keep cleaning Cal's wounds.
"Busy here." I say as Cal says "Come in."
Mare follows Cal's orders. She walks in as I finish off and rip the bottom of my dress into strips. They watch me as I use the expensive fabric to wrap around his stomach.
"Hated that dress anyway." I mumble and tie it around him. When he puts his shirt back on, Mare finally speaks.
"They've been treating you guys well?" She asked as I snort.
"Obviously very, very well." I respond and roll my eyes. "You know, we just can't move two feet without bumping into something."
Mare flushes a deeper red at my insult. I know she feels guilty about this, but really, she should.
"Now, why the hell did this all happen?" I ask. I want answers, and I want them now. "One minute, I was leaving to present a speech to some Reds, and the next, I was running from my own bloody kingdom!"
Mare looks down at her feet as I cross my arms. "I'm part of the Scarlet Guard." She mumbles. "Me and... Maven were. But Maven was only pretending to be so he could tell the information to your mother-"
"She's not my Mother." I snap before she continues. "Not anymore."
"And then, he tricked us all." She finished and sighed when I shut my eyes tightly. Rage flows freeLy through me as I say the first words that pop into my head.
"You know what, Mare." I whisper. "You're a very gullible person."
Nobody says anything for a long time. This empty silence fills the room, nothing but a tiny, barely audible hum passes the room before Mare speaks up again.
"Where's Sara Skonos when you need her?" She mumbled, talking about her wounds. Cal and I wince at her name.
"I'm sor-" Mare starts when Cal interupts.
"Its alright." He responds as I run my fingers through my hair.
"I tried to heal her." I mumble. Everyone stared at me. "I brought of of my friends to heal Sara. And they did, they gave her her tongue back and she could speak." My lips quiver before looking away form anyone's prying eyes.
"Sara told Julian she loved him. The next morning, her tongue was cut out again. She didn't want to risk me for her own needs." My voice is quiet and unsteady as everyone stares at me. In truth, I liked Sara. But my Mother despised her with a burning passion. I never understood why until she told me she told the world lies. I never believed her.
*E*
We eventually head up. I don't leave Cal's side, as usual, but something's ticking me off. I feel like I don't belong in this sea of Reds. And they all know it.
When we get to the surface, I see a man who hugs Mare. A brother perhaps? He looks quite a bit like her, except for sharper, deeper features. We all walk with Mare, like she's our guarder. But that feeling still itches me. Everyone stares at us. Everyone watches the Silvers every move.
Then, almost immediately, soldiers pop out of nowhere. Their guns are pointed to me and my brother. The man pulls Mare away as she screams at him. I blink. Of course we need to captured, again. Because of we are Silver, and Silver is evil.
And they call us Stereotypes.
I heave a sigh and fight the urge to burn their faces off. Cal's not doing anything, and I'll follow Cal's lead. He used to be a general after all. I barely know anything about the art of war.
"On your knees, Calores." A man with blood red eyes says. I don't dare kneel, he does not deserve my respect. I raise my chin higher. "Hands behind your heads." I don't dare do a single thing he says. Neither does Cal.
"Tiberias Calore and Eliza Lillian Calore, on your knees." I don't think, I snap. I can practically hear the sound of the gun's stiffening.
"Who do you think you are?" I say furiously at the man as he only smiles at me. The smile ticks me off.
Instead, my lips curl into a smile as I stare deviously at the man. He doesn't flinch as I smirk at him. He must not know me. Nobody does. Well, except for Cal.
"Cal, Eliza." I hear. Mare. "Do as he says."
I still stand, tall and proud when I whisk my way into Cal's mind.
Should I do it? I ask him. He knows exactly what I mean, but he doens't respond.
"Cal, Eliza. Please." She whispers. "THey'll kill you if they have too."
I'm awaiting your order. I whisper into Cal's mind. He finally responds.
Yes. He responds, and that simple words makes that tiny smile turn into a full blown grin.
I strike like a viper.
*E*
I don't really seem Eliza on The Scarlet Guard's side. She's a princess, not a rebel in my opinion. Eliza is just following her heart and her brother onto what to do. And sometimes, that isn't exactly the right thing.
Laughs and Giggles,
Emily
