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Dominique

“I may not do things by a damn book, but when I am given an assignment, I wouldn't watch my comrades' soul be crushed against a storm of bullets. And if I did, at least I would die with my brothers in battle, in honor. I may commit every sin of this universe, but swear I would never leave my men to their death. With that stain, Dominique, your will never be a hero, just confused girl following rules."

Dominique blinked a couple of times, unable to process the information she just got. Did he really say that? Was he serious? She opened her mouth a few times but shut it as fast, she didn’t know what to say or to do. She was just… stunned. In a bad way. When the information finally sunk in her eyes got dark, if looks could kill Butch would have been a pile of ash on the floor at that moment.

With a few quick steps she narrowed the distance between them and slapped his face with all she got, and since it was with the right hand it was pretty much. Maybe it didn’t look like that but since she had to learn how to carry even heavy stuff without putting too much pressure on the left arm the right one was clearly a lot stronger than it had been before that happening.

“You disgust me Butch Hertz. You think I just watched the other’s die without doing anything? There wasn’t anything I could do! I can’t shoot at an enemy I can’t even see! If I do that I can do more damage than help, I can hit innocent. I can even hit teammates. You think I live a carefree life without even thinking about them? Well let me tell you then, Butch, I hate myself for not being able to help them. I hate the fact that I survived when other’s didn’t. But there is nothing I can do about it, sure I could have killed myself but that would been even more disrespectful towards them. I would throw away the gift that I got and they didn’t.”

Shaking with anger she clenched her hands not to hit him again, she hated him so much for saying that. “But I am so sorry that I didn’t get my head blown to pieces, you would have liked that wouldn’t you? That would had spared you so much trouble. You could walk around here playing God without even a care in the world and it’s not like you would even find out about it. But let me cheer you up with the fact that my head is blown to pieces either way, every night I dream nightmares about it. I can’t sleep, not even the sleeping pills I got helps. I don’t want to sleep because they are always waiting for me in there, haunting me.”

Mei

When Petra had told her they were going somewhere else Mei had been confused at first, why would they do that? What where there supposed to be more than what they had seen yesterday? Well when she found out she got shocked to say the least, shocked and disgusted. And scared. The place being so filthy was disturbing, she didn’t want to touch anything or anyone. It felt like she could get a disease by just standing there. But she felt like she didn’t really have a choice, and she didn’t really know what she was supposed to do. Should she follow Petra or find a quiet corner for herself to hide in until it was over?

She decided it was the best to follow Petra, well at least look at her from afar. Since Petra seemed to have something on her mind and Mei probably needed to be there later either way. So she stood there, feeling awkward and out of place. This wasn’t her kind of place and her kind of people… What had Petra said? Junkyard? Crazies? It was something like that. Mei looked around and noticed that it was quiet different to where she now lived, crazies. Like people who shouldn’t be in contact with other’s because they were more unpredictable and by that more dangerous than the other’s? So this place was more dangerous than the showers and all the other places? And now she was here? Was they being serious? Mei wanted to leave immediately but by the look of it Petra was busy. Mei didn’t really want to approach that and find out what it could be, because by the look and the sound that was not something she would like to see. The blood on the walls and ground was quiet enough for her heart to speed and make her nauseous.

Alva

Alva was sitting in her cell, minding her own business like always. She didn’t want to go out and play with the other kids. She preferred her dark corner, were the lamp had stopped working and no one had taken the time to actually fix it. She liked it there, sitting on the ground and drawing things on the floor with her fingers. Getting approval and cheerful comments from all of her friends who surrounded her. But today other’s had other plans for her apparently.

When she suddenly got yanked up from the ground she and all her friends got surprised at first, no one of them had suspected that. Struggling and screaming to get out of the grips she got dragged out of her dark corner, she was mad. She didn’t want this at all and when she suddenly got thrown out into that circle she just stood there dumbstruck at first.

As she looked around, disturbed by all the noise and all the humans she noticed the other woman standing inside the circle. Staring at her she wrinkled her nose, she didn’t like that woman. She had never seen her before but she didn’t like her either way.

“Walter, why am I here?”

Walter who now had the shape of an adult, he grew up at the same speed she had, walked casually through the crowd and placed his chin against her shoulder, “They want you to fight that woman.”

Alva sulked with an annoyed expression, “But I don’t wanna!”

“But you don’t like the woman right?” Walter looked over at the woman also, “I don’t like her either. But let me tell you one thing, if you don’t fight you will lose. And if you lose that means someone is going to have to drag your body back to the cell, which means someone is going to touch you and can touch you as much as they want since you are going to be unconscious.”

Alva stared at Walter with big eyes, “But I don’t wanna!”

“It’s your choice, but remember that if you win you can walk back to the others without any problems.”

Alva continued to sulk, not being completely okay with this at all. She wasn’t mad at the other one, she just didn’t like her. And fighting meant touching. But she could… well hit were there was clothes probably. It was better than the other option really.

She walked forward, dragging her feet behind her because it was Walter who pushed her towards the lady. She didn’t want to. She acted like a grumpy kid who got told to do something they didn’t want to by their parents. When she stood in front of the other one she still wasn’t doing anything more than just staring, Walter was arguing with her at the side. Telling her to do something, not just stand around looking dumb so with a sigh she kicked the other woman without even enthusiasm or force on the leg. Well instead of being terrifying or powerful it was still more like a kid who was annoyed and kicked on a wall.