Day 18

Amber was hiding the parts to the rifle underneath her bed she had loosened a wooden board that was under mattress and was keeping there, she was lucky no one thought to look. She only needed one more part, it was easy enough to steal clip after clip of ammunition but getting the parts were hard. It was night now, just before lights out and she was sitting on her bed brushing out her hair. Weaver sat on the bed that was across from her, this was the only time they had to be alone. Amber set the brush down on the bed side table and laid back on her bed wishing that she had a book to read but that was forbidden. Every night at 6:00 right after dinner, all the women were forced into a room to listen to Scott read a few passages from the bible. Scott seemed to be the commanding officer of this operation, everyone else just took his orders or paid the consequences. She had seen a few men lined up and shot, they were forced to watch so they would know how severe the punishments were. Amber was getting excited about almost completing the gun, and she could hardly wait to get the last piece. She needed a silencer because they were going to have to be rather quiet about shooting anyone.

“How are things going?” Weaver asked laying flat on the bed so she was looking up at the ceiling. Amber sighed and laid down pulling the blanket over her, she felt extremely tired and she hoped that no one was going to want to have sex with her again tonight.

“Good…” Amber replied, they didn’t really talk about the fact that she had gun parts Weaver would just ask her how it was going and she would say good or bad depending on what her evaluation of the situation was. A soldier poked his head in the room and turned out the lights before shutting the door and locking it behind him. Amber smiled and then moved over to Weaver’s bed like she did every night and when they asked her in the morning why she was sleeping with Weaver, she told them it was because she was cold.

Monica was laying in her bed staring at the wall, she shared a room with Abby but the didn’t really have much to say to each other tonight. Monica had been gathering pieces of an M16 too hers was complete but she wanted to wait till Amber was ready because two guns were definitely better then one. The door opened slowly and light spilled over her bed and onto her face, she groaned and rolled over to see that it was Romano standing there.

“You get out of bed now and come with me.” He ordered her, Abby pulled the covers over her head in an attempt to hide from him. Monica slowly got up and walked over to the door where he was standing, he took her arm roughly. She hadn’t seen him one on one since they were both captured and she hoped that he wasn’t as brainwashed as he appeared to be. He lead her to a room that was upstairs, she knew that the rooms upstairs were the private ones reserved for the officers of the high ranks. He opened the door to his room and pushed her inside before stepping in behind her, then he turned and double bolted the door. “Are you okay?”

“You pull me out of the bed in the middle of the night and you think I’m going to be okay?” She answered but she couldn’t help but smile at him. He smiled back at her and she stepped forward meeting him in a hug.

“I know that was barely know each other but I just feel…”

“Feel like we are soul mates?” She finished his sentence for him and he nodded slowly, her smiled got bigger she was so happy that he felt the same way about this. His room was nice with a double bed and a couch off to the side, there was a table in there with two candles that were lit sitting on top. He lead her over to the table and they both took their seats across from one another, it was going to be so nice to just sit and talk to him with out worrying that some one was going to hurt her.

“I got you a few things but you can only have them in here…I don’t need you to get punished.” He leaned down under the table and grabbed a box, he then set it down on the table in front of her and opened it. Inside of the box was a pack of cigarettes, a chocolate bar, and a book…ironically enough the book was “A Handmaid’s Tale” which was fine by her because she had been wanting to read that book ever since Amber had mentioned it to her.

“Oh thank you! You are a god Robert.” She reached over and opened the pack of cigarettes shakily like she expected them to be taken away from her. She pulled one out and lit it off of the flame of the candle in front of her, she took a long drag and then exhaled slowly she never thought that anything could feel so good.

“They think I smoke, which I don’t but to cover for it over the past few days I usually just light one that way the room smells like second hand smoke all of the time.” He smiled at her and she reached over and opened the candy bar, it seemed like it had been ages since she had chocolate. It was completely available to her when she was alone but since it was all over the place she didn’t think twice about stocking up. Now that it was rare to see she wanted to taste it more then anything in the world. She broke off a piece and held it out to Romano he shook his head and leaned back wanting to see the look on her face when she finally tasted it.

“No I got that for you, besides if I really want one I just have to go to the lieutenants galley.” He said, she looked at him and nodded and popped the small bit of chocolate into her mouth. She chewed happily closing her eyes every so often she would moan in deep content, Robert couldn’t believe how beautiful she was in the candle light. She set the candy bar down and put her cigarette out carefully in the near by ash tray before standing up, stepping over to him, and pulling him into a long passionate kiss. He was startled at first, never once thinking that such a beautiful woman would want him or even make the first move. He could taste the chocolate on her lips and it made the kiss that much more romantic, she ran a hand over his cheek and pulled away from him.

“Thank you so much Robert.” Her lip trembled as a tear of happiness escaped her eye and ran down her cheek. He reached up and gently wiped it away before pulling her into another kiss, this one lasted longer then the first one. Finally he stood up and started to move over to the bed with her, he didn’t plan on making her do anything she didn’t want they had only known each other for a few days he could completely understand if she didn’t want to have sex with him yet. “Robert…I want you inside of me.” She whispered in his ear as the broke away from the second kiss, he swallowed hard and tried to contain his excitement, he didn’t want to seem like a loser. She jumped onto the bed and laid back on it before pulling her night gown up over her head to reveal that she was only wearing white lacey panties. He got on the bed and straddled her kissing at her neck and then her shoulder blade moving slowly downward towards her wonderful perky breasts. He took an erect nipple into his mouth and started to suck, she groaned and placed her hands on his head gently as she arched her back. As he continued his tongue work he started to slide her panties off getting absolutely no resistance from her end. When they were off he pulled back and looked at her, she looked positively radiant and for once he wasn’t just thinking about a quick fuck he actually wanted to do this right so their relationship might last. He got undressed quickly and slid into her hot body as gently as he could, she groaned loudly and pulled him into another kiss as he started to thrust into her. Soon he started to speed up, her moaning was fueling him to no end, and about that time she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He groaned too continuing to thrust at the same pace as she ran her hands over his back and then his shoulders, she opened her eyes and looked at him and that’s when they both orgasmed at the same time crying out their passions louder then they ever had before. He collapsed next to her and kissed her neck softly and she nuzzled into his touch as he pulled the blankets over them.

“I love you.” He muttered hoping that it wasn’t too soon to say that, Monica smiled really big and laughed a little she had never heard a guy say that too her it was always about the sex.

“I love you too.” She replied as she curled up next to him, he wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair softly until she had fallen asleep. When he was sure she was asleep he kissed her forehead and closed his eyes, he was so happy that they had met that day in the mall, and he was also glad that he didn’t beat her in the head with that metal pipe.

Day 19

The next morning the women were finally allowed out of the building and to the beautiful gardens in the back, unfortunately though, there was a 8 foot high brick wall surrounding the compound not only making escape nearly impossible but if they did try it, it would be very obvious. The tops of the walls were lined with a combination of razor wire and barbed wire, but hopefully they could use the guns to get the keys from one of the guards. Amber was sitting on the grass meditating, under normal circumstances she probably would have been doing her karate exercises but they couldn’t risk some one seeing. Weaver was sitting with her back to the trunk of a tree that was close to Amber, Abby was drawing pictures in the mud and Monica was looking quite happy considering the position they had been put in. Amber took one last deep breath and looked over to Weaver who still had a black eye from where Romano had punched her, she walked over to her and sat down conversation was allowed here but it was continuously monitored just like in every other part of the building.

“How’s the eye?” Amber said placing her hand to Weaver’s cheek, Kerry moved her head away from Amber’s touch she hated to admit to anyone that she was in pain especially her lover. Amber sighed and put her hand on top of Weaver’s for a moment before getting up and walking over to Monica who was sitting on a stone bench that was covered in ivy from years of neglect in the garden.

“Why do you look so happy?” Amber whispered in Monica’s direction as she took a seat next to her. Monica took in a deep breath and sighed it out looking in through the glass door at Romano who was one of the two guards that were on duty. He was sitting in a chair looking rather relaxed while reading a magazine that Amber couldn’t see the title of.

“Lets just say I had a good night.” Monica looked at Amber and smiled, Amber thought about that for a moment and then put two and two together. Romano had obviously met up with her the other night and they got it on, Amber was happy for her at least some one was getting a moral boost in this hell hole. The other night the man had brought in two more women they looked like they were best friends maybe even lovers, currently they were sitting in the corner of the garden up against the brick wall. They were probably only about 20 years old, and they thought that they were going to survive this virus and finally be free to live the way they wished but then they were captured. Scott walked out onto the compound and looked around at all of the women that were there, there was another guard behind him who had his sight set on the newest blond girl. Scott took a seat in one of the nice lounge chairs that were out there, that the women were not allowed to use of course. Everything seemed okay but only for a moment when the young woman had thrown a powerful hit to the guard, her palm made contact with the underside of the nose and the force was enough to send the cartilage into his brain killing him instantly.

“HEY!” Scott yelled and then motioned to Romano to come out and restrain the girl, Romano walked out to the garden and smiled at Monica before rushing over to the girl who was still in a fighting stance, the guard never saw that blow coming. On the other hand Romano and Scott had their guns drawn and she made a run for it towards the door that wasn’t being guarded, her friend started crying over the fact that she had just seen some one die. Just as she reached the inside of the building Mark turned the corner and she slammed into him falling to the floor crying in defeat. “She’s going to be executed, what is her name?”

“Samantha Anderson I believe.” Romano said swallowing hard that the idea of seeing her executed, she did just kill a guard but no one could blame her for that, Amber had wanted to smash some noses in herself she had just been waiting for the right time.

“Her death is going to be slow, painful, and done by one of the other women.” Scott said looking over the crowd of women who looked absolutely terrified.

“Why one of them?” Mark said as he took a step out into the garden, Corday wasn’t with him she was probably back in the room reading or getting some sort of special treatment that only the married women got.

“Because then they will realize that when one is punished they all will be…” He smiled slyly and looked over to Weaver who was trying to pretend that none of this was actually happening. “She’s going to perform an autopsy on Samantha…while she’s still alive.” He growled as he pointed to Weaver, Amber nearly screamed when she heard that there was no way he could force Kerry to perform an autopsy on a living breathing woman. Weaver opened her mouth to protest but then she saw the look on Scott’s face and shut it before she started to cry. Amber got down by her side and took her into her arms holding her tightly as she ground her teeth in frustration there had to be a way out of this Amber just had to find it.

At noon that day all of the women were lead into a quite sterile room where Samantha was restrained on a table with only a sheet to cover her. Weaver was sitting next to the girl slowly whispering how sorry she was about this. The women lined the walls of the room looking at what was going on none of them wanted to make a move to stop it either considering the fact that there were three men with guns in there already.

“I changed my mind,” Scott said as he entered the room through the door that was behind Weaver, she sighed with relief but it was a little too early for that, “I want you to slit her throat.”

“Excuse me?” Weaver whispered wondering how that was any better, it wouldn’t bring instant death but it would eventually kill her probably after she drowned in her own blood. Samantha started screaming as loud as she could, even though she knew it probably wouldn’t change her fate.

“Shut up!” Scott commanded and slapped her across the face, “You brought this on yourself.”

“FUCK YOU!” Samantha yelled, he groaned before taking out a roll of duct tape, tearing off a piece, and placing it over her mouth. Monica appeared to be watching but she let her mind wander else where, she couldn’t say she was surprised with this punishment when she was working undercover with the group a year ago she had seen some pretty heinous tortures and executions, this one was mild compared to some of the things they liked to do.

“I can’t kill some one.” Weaver said softly looking at the struggling girl who was laying on the table crying so very hard. “Why should I be punished for this?”

“Because I hate you, you are worthless, no one wants to fuck you and the only reason we keep you around is because you are the only doctor on the compound so suck it up and slit her throat I’m sure you know how to do it, you’re the fucking doctor.” Scott said as he took his place across the room standing very close to Amber, Kerry picked up the scalpel and ran her finger over the blade slowly trying to think of anyway she could get out of this with out getting some one else killed. Suddenly Scott pulled Amber forward by the hair, then he pulled back on her hair and when she opened her mouth to cry out in pain he shoved the gun in. Kerry closed her eyes knowing how selfish it would be to kill some one she didn’t know to save the life of some one she did. “DO IT OR I’LL FUCKING SHOOT HER!”

Amber tried to make hand motions that said she was ready to take the bullet if Kerry would just put down the knife. Weaver really didn’t know what to do, Amber was breathing as hard as the girl on the table was, she didn’t want to lose Amber, she couldn’t and she knew if they killed Amber then they wouldn’t kill her too it would be torture for her to go on with out the love of her life. Amber started shaking her head and screaming things out to Weaver but the sounds were muffled, Abby watched wide eyed, and Monica continued to stay in her own little world. Weaver stood up leaning against the table by the girl and raised the knife, but then she hesitated, that’s when she heard the click of the safety on the gun being removed, he wasn’t bluffing about pulling the trigger.

“Please forgive me…” She whispered before slicing the girls throat as quickly and as deep as she could bring herself to do. The gun was removed from Amber’s mouth and the safety was quickly pushed back on, Weaver fell to the floor her hands covered in blood she was in too much shock to actually be crying. Amber ran to her, Sam was still struggling on the table above them, Amber took the scalpel from Weaver’s hand then she stood up and jammed the thing straight into Sam’s chest with enough force to kill her. Scott glared at her before leaving the room with the other guards, Amber took Weaver into her arms and held her tightly as she cried.

“I killed her…” Weaver whispered to Amber as she pushed her head into the woman’s shoulder, Amber shook her head and rubbed Weaver’s back gently.

“No, you injured her…I killed her.” Amber said softly not feeling like she was ready to cry yet, Weaver didn’t know why but that made her feel slightly better, and since that’s what Amber was going for she didn’t care that she was going to take the blame for an innocent woman’s death. Amber had killed in self defense before, it’s not that she liked killing people but it was less shocking to her. Some of the neighborhoods in Japan were terrible and she had been attacked three or four different times almost every year since she was 15, she learned self defense but on a few occasions she took it too far. “You didn’t kill her…she was still alive and I killed her so it’s not even your fault.”

“Thank you Amber,” Weaver looked up at her finally and removed the gloves she was wearing, “You must think I’m selfish because…”

“YOU’RE FUCKING RIGHT I DO!” Monica said storming over to Weaver almost like she was ready to launch into a physical attack. Scott knew that this would happen he was trying to turn them against each other because there was power in groups and if they didn’t have a group then they didn’t have the power, “YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE IT!”

“DID YOU WANT HIM TO SHOOT AMBER?” Weaver yelled back at Monica, Amber tried to get Weaver to calm down she was sort of glad Weaver couldn’t really stand on her own because that meant she wouldn’t be attacking Monica any time soon. “IF THAT WAS ROMANO WITH A GUN IN HIS MOUTH YOU WOULD HAVE DONE IT TOO! AND HE WOULD HAVE DONE IT FOR YOU! SO STOP WITH THE BULLSHIT!”

“Fuck you Kerry.” Monica said before stepping over to the door, she knocked on it lightly and one of the guards started to walk her down the hall as the door shut behind her. Abby looked as white as a sheet and she shakily walked over to the two women who were on the ground holding each other.

“I don’t think you were being selfish…I think you were scared.” Abby whispered as a few tears escaped her eyes, “I know I would have done that to save Carter…or any one of you guys we have to stay together.”

“I think even if they would have shot me, one of them would have slit her throat anyway.” Amber said to Kerry before stroking her hair softly, “Then you’d be with out me and she would still be dead.”

“Yeah I think so too…” Abby said, “Besides Amber is the one who ultimately killed her.”

“This is not your fault Kerry, it’s none of our faults we are under some extreme stress anyone would have done that…I would have…Abby said she would have…no one is going to blame you for this.” Amber kissed her forehead and Abby started to pace the room slowly, they had all seen people die before but they had never seen one being killed, especially not at the hands of another doctor. Weaver rested her head back on Amber’s shoulder and continued to sob, Amber sat there with her holding her in her arms tightly as Abby nervously paced the blood stained tile floor.

Day 22

Amber woke up feeling excited for breakfast, she couldn’t wait to talk to Monica about the escape plan especially since she had her gun completely put together, but when they got to the table Monica would not communicate with anyone. Amber repeatedly tried to engage her in secret conversation but she would just shake her head and look away. Amber growled in frustration and finally kicked Monica very hard in the shin so she could get some sort of response out of her.

“That’s it…AMBER IS HIDING A GUN IN HER ROOM!” Monica shouted, Amber’s jaw dropped along with Weaver’s and Abby’s she didn’t even have the presents of mind to yell that Monica was hiding one too. Scott looked up from his food and walked over to her slowly, Amber stood up getting ready to make a run for it when he reached out and grabbed her arm.

“Is this true?” He said to her, knowing that she was probably going to lie about it. Amber shook her head no and then glared at Monica for yelling that out.

“But she…”

“I don’t care about her, lets go to your room shall we?” Scott started to pull her out of the room as Weaver watched helplessly and began to pray. When they reached the room Scott opened the door and shoved Amber in first, she stood there a little stunned for a moment but then decided that it was finally time for her to make her move. “Where is it?” He was standing right in front of her, they were alone and the door was locked, all of the guards were eating breakfast so there was no way anyone was going to hear it if she took him out. She raised her head to look him in the eye and then tensed her hand, with her palm up she slammed it into his nose killing him just as fast as Samantha had killed the guard the other day. She took a deep breath to compose herself before grabbing his keys and both of his guns, she stood by the door and waited for some one else to come in so she could have a hostage.

Time passed but Amber held her position even though the smell of a dead body wasn’t very pleasant suddenly the door opened and some one stepped in she raised her gun and clicked the safety off. “FREEZE ASSHOLE!”

“What the…” It was Weaver, she put her hands up to show she wasn’t armed or going to hurt anyone when she realized that it was Amber, then she saw Scott on the floor, “You killed him?”

“Yes I did…I was tired of waiting and if I didn’t then he would have killed me when he found the gun.” Amber took one of the two guns she had stolen off of the general’s body and handed it to Weaver, who looked very nervous about holding a weapon. “Do you know how to shoot a gun?”

“Not really…”

“Well all I can tell you is beware of the kickback, don’t worry about hitting anything because I can take care of that…you just need to look menacing.” Amber clicked the safety back onto the gun and holstered it in the holster that she had taken off of Scott. She had stolen just about everything that she could find on him that was of some importance, and even though this wasn’t nearly how they had planned their escape it was going to have to work or they would be executed.

“You are going to shoot people?”

“If I have to…look I know that sounds horrible but if we don’t kill them they are going to kill us, I’m going out there to get the others…they all went back to their rooms right?” She put the ring of keys in her pocket and looked around nervously, “You stay here, barricade the door, and don’t open it for anyone. When I come back I’ll knock three times that’s how you’ll know.”

“I don’t want to stay here alone.” Kerry pleaded although she knew she probably was safer in there with a gun and the door blocked then walking around the hallways with Amber. Amber pulled her into a very passionate kiss, Weaver kissed back for a moment and then pulled her into a tight hug, Amber had to bite her lip to keep from crying. “Be careful.”

“I love you Kerry.” Amber said before slipping out of the door slowly pulling a jacket over the rest of her outfit to hide the guns she was carrying. Weaver locked the door from the inside, which they had already been warned about doing and then quickly moved her bed up against it, she sat down and looked at the weapon in her hands as she waited for Amber’s signal.

End Part III