Teaser: It's 2002. What a time to be alive. The UK had broken apart a few years before. The British Isles are ruled by the Scottish-Welsh Commonwealth, Ireland, and numerous small independent English city states that are in active war against each other to be the rightful successor of the United Kingdom. Stainbourne is one of these small city states. It's just a small town on the east coast, close to the Scottish – Welsh Commonwealth boarders. The only thing that it's known for is being close to an old prison located on a small island close to it.
Bisera is a notorious thief, trying to pay off her debt in hopes of being able to be free and to be able to go back to Macedonia.
Tasgall is the warden of the prison of Stainbourne. The inmates fear him, and the guards respect him, but as the son of a human and a blue man, he finds himself being torn between two words.
The two paths cross, after Bisera is arrested after a failed heist. The two meet when she tries to escape from the prison.
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Title: A Tale from Stainbourne
Author: PaperDummy
Chapter Tags: noncon, monster
Content Warnings: No fouther content warnings then noncon
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Alternative history, and I traid to mix some fantasical realism into this.
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A Tale from Stainbourne
A Tale begines
"HEY! GET BACK HERE!" A man yelled as he lost sight of a woman.
The woman quickly hide away in an ally.
She heard the man franticly yelling after her. She carefully opened the stolen wallet. A bank card. Useless without the pin code. An ID card. Useless. Pictures of family members. Then she found what she was looking for. Cash. She quickly pocketed the money, then threw the empty wallet into the crowd for the owner to find it.
She got up, made sure that her bag was closed. She left the ally by its other end.
The day was cold and foggy. She ran down the street towards the park. It was already late. She crossed the park, and continued to run down the streets.
She ran until she caught sight of the pub. She took a deep breath as she stepped inside.
Unlike outside, it was warm in the pub. She took a bit to warm up, then went towards a more than familiar table in the corner of the room.
Two familiar looking men were sitting there. One with black hair, and green eyes. He looked to be in his late 30s.
And the other one had olive skin and light brown hair. He looked to be around her age, if not a bit older.
She approached the table and took a seat without saying anything to the two men.
"Ah! Bisera!" The older man said, as he leaned forward. "What did you bring to me today?"
"Nothing new. Just the usual Alf." She answered as she took out the stolen goods from her gym bag. Cloths, jewellery, and wristwatches from the a store. And handmade bracelets, and necklaces from the marketplace.
Alf looked through the goods.
"Hi Era!" The other man said, as he took another sip from his drink. "Still trying to pay off your debt?"
"Hi Able." She greeted him. "Yes. And you are still dodging the draft?"
Able just laughed, and put down his glass.
"Yes. Why should I die for asshole politicians? I did not vote for them."
"Good." Alfred said, as he stood up and grabbed the goods. "I'll be back with the money. Please keep a low profile."
"No problem." Bisera said.
"Alright." Said Able, as he grabbed his glass, and took another sip. The older man just nodded, and left.
Able slammed down his glass.
"This whisky tastes like shit." He said disappointedly.
"Everything for the war effort, I guess." She said, as she grabbed his glass to taste the whisky. She frowned as soon as she tasted it. She quickly put down the glass. "Who are we even fighting against?"
"I don't know." He answered nonchalantly. "Either the Scotthis-Welsh Commonwealth, the Irish, or some other city state."
"Either way, they should stop already." She said, as both of them fell into silence.
Suddenly they heard footsteps. Alfred was coming back. He set down, then counted the money one last time, before handing it to Brisera.
"Here. Your payment for the goods."
She counted it.
"Wait, this is 5,000 less than what you gave me last time for the same amount of goods."
"I know. I lost quite a bit of money and customers. So I can't pay the usual amount." He explained. "I'm sorry."
Brisera took a deep breath, and put away the money.
"Thanks. Boss." She said, then stood up. "I'll go. I want to get back home before it's late, and it's pay day tomorrow."
She left the pub. She was about to leave, when a hand grabbed her shoulder. She turned around to see Able again.
"Have you heard the news?" He asked.
"What news?"
"Tomorrow a ship will arrive at the docks."
"And?"
"It's transporting weapons and military supplies." He said with a smile. "I plan to break in, and steal some. It's quick, and pays well. Are you in?"
She had stolen from the docks before. But never when they were transporting military supplies.
"Are you sure that this is a good idea?" She asked.
"Yes. Of course. You know how much a bullet costs?" He said, then took out a cigarette box, and opened it. He took one out, placed it between his lips, and lit it. "Look. I give you some time to think about it. If you are in, then be there at the dock, by nightfall. Alright?"
"Alright." She said, then left.
She managed to reach the old flat building before night fell. She quickly went inside.
The hallways were well lit.
She saw a few bags on the ground on the wall opposite to the office door. They looked to be made for soldiers. Next to the bags, two women were crying. She recognised the two. One with blond hair, crying her eyes out, while one next to her with black hair tried to comfort her.
She approached them.
"Mary, Sisi. What happened?" She asked, as she set down next to them.
"Tom joined the army!" Cried Mary, as strands of her blond hair stuck to her tear-soaked face.
"Tom decided to join the army. He is in the office right now. Discussing the matter with Mr. Langford."
Just when the three managed to get enough money to escape from the town.
Suddenly, the office door opened, and Tom walked into the hallways. He already had a uniform on.
He stepped closer to the three women. He smiled.
"Bisera! In my office now!" She heard Mr. Langford yelling from his office.
She took a deep breath, got up, and went inside the office.
The office was small, and the only light source was a desk lamp on the desk.
Mr. Langford, a man in his late 50s, was standing at the window.
She closed the door, and went to his desk. She set down.
"Yes, Mr. Langford."
The man looked at her. He slowly approached her.
"I think you heard about recent events." He said, as he grabbed a paper. "Thomas joined the army. Due to this, and other events. Both the rent and the amount of money you have to pay back got higher."
Bisera looked horrified. She barely got enough money to be able to pay the usual amount.
"But... Sir, I'm barely able to pay the-"
"That's not my problem." He said nonchalantly, as he looked down on her. "Who was the one who took you in after your aunt died?"
"You."
"Who was the one who fed you, clothed you, paid for your school, and put a roof over your head?"
"You were."
"And who let you stay after you become an adult?"
"You."
"Yes. I was." He said. "I'm not a fucking charity. The minimum you can do is pay off your debt, the amount of money I had to spend on you."
She took a deep breath, and nodded.
"Good to know you know your place."
"Sir. Can I get one day?" She asked. He looked at her impatiently. "I don't have enough money to pay the amount of money you want tomorrow. So can I pay the day after that?"
He kept looking down at her.
He took a deep breath, and set down in his chair.
"Come here, girl." He said. Bisera slowly stood up and went to him. "If you want to get that extra day. Work for it."
Mr. Langford said, as he pointed to the ground.
Brisera took a deep breath, and with shaking legs got on the floor.
She was on her knees in front of him. Either this, or him selling, or renting her.
"What are you waiting for?" He asked, as she started to undo his belt and pants with shaking hands. She swallowed, as his dick sprang free.
She took a deep breath, and slowly kissed the tip.
"Good. Contenue." He said, as she hesitantly started to lick the shaft. She worked her tongue up and down his dick. From the base to the head. She repeated the notion a few times.
"What are you waiting for? Take it in your mouth." He said, starting to get inpatient. She looked at his cock. Hesitating. "Do you really want that extra day?"
Brisera took a deep breath, and slowly took his dick into her mouth. She closed her eyes in shame and disgust, as she lowered her head, and took more of the dick into her mouth.
Mr. Langford leaned back in his chair, looking down at her, as she slowly started to bob her head up and down.
His patience starting to run out. He placed his hand on her head, and after a second, he pushed her head down.
The tip of his dick hit the back of her throat. Her eyes started to water, as her nose hit his abdomen. Her hands held onto his leg, as she started to choke on it.
"If you bite it, you will be sold to a brothel!" He commented.
She looked up at him with red cheeks, with tears flowing down from her light brown eyes.
He started to trust up into her mouth. His dick slowly slid inside her throat.
Her entire face started to get redder, as tears flew from her eyes. She gripped harder onto his legs, as she got less and less air.
He slowly threw his head back, as he enjoyed the tightness of her throat. The sound of her choking was music to his ears. But her grip started to get painful. He looked down at her, one final time, then he grabbed her head by the hair, and pulled her off of his dick.
She took a deep breath, before he pushed her back.
Bisera landed on her side. She started coughing, and felt like she needed to throw up. She slowly got on her stomach and hardly, but managed not to throw up, as she slowly stopped coughing.
Mr. Langford stood up from his chair and looked down at her, with disgust.
He took a step, and crouched down next to her, and took a pair of handcuffs from his desk. He quickly forced her arms behind her back, as he cuffed her hands together.
"Sir I-"
"Shut up slut." He silenced her as he reached for her pants.
"Sir, maybe I could-" Bisera tried to plead with him, but he cut her off.
"As long as you are still in depth, you are my property. So shut up!"
The cold air suddenly hit her backside, as Mr. Langford yanked her pants down, reviling her white panties covering her ass.
He started to grope her ass, studying it, then slapped it out of curiosity.
He reached for the waistband of her panties and pulled it down, reviling her ass and pussy.
She looked back at him, with still teary eyes.
Suddenly, he removed her pants and panties completely.
He got between her legs, and spread her ass.
"Breaking your hymen would just lower your value. So this will hurt." He said, as he got on top of her and placed his member between her ass cheeks.
She took a deep breath, to brace herself for the inevitable, as he forced himself into her back hole.
She bit her lips, trying to not scream in pain.
He started moving inside of her. In and out. In and out.
Bisera was in pain. Her hands tried to grip onto anything. Her long light brown hair covered her face. She laid her head down onto the floor, so that he couldn't see her face, and in an attempt to try to make it more bearable.
He did not go easy on her.
Mr. Langford slammed down into her faster and harder. Enjoying the pain he caused her. The way she whimperd and cried was music to his ears.
He bit down on her shoulder, she screamed in pain. He slammed into her faster, as he finished inside of her.
He let go of her shoulder, and took a deep breath, before slowly pulling out his softening member.
She bit her lips, trying not to cry, as she felt him unlocking the handcuffs.
"You get that extra day. Your better have the money."
The day was starting to come to an end.
The inmates were eating the last of their food for the day. After this, they will have one hour of free time, before lockdown.
The guards were there, except one. She was the most experienced one. Out of the guards, she has been here the longest. She opened a door in the prison yard, and went outside. She carefully locked the door behind her.
A rather strange man was standing in the shallow water.
His skin was slate blue. His ears were like the dorsal fins of a fish. His hair was dark gunmetal gray with a bluish hue.
He was wearing a white wool jumper. The legs of his pants were rolled up to his knees.
The guard looked at him, as she went closer to the water. To her right side, in a pair of boots, a coat that looked like a mix of a military official's and a ship captain's coat, and a cap were lying on a rock.
She stopped at the edge of the water.
"Boss." She spoke calmly, as the man turned around.
"Yes Claudia?" He asked with a Scottish accent.
"Lockdown is one hour away." She said.
He just nodded.
"Did any inmates act up during the day?" He asked.
"No. Nothing out of the ordinary, Sir."
"Good." He said, as he nodded. "You can go now."
"Tasgall." She called him. She took a deep breath, then continued. "Are you sure that you want to stay here?"
The warden nodded.
"Yes. I'll stay here for a bit."
She nodded, then left.
Tasgall took a deep breath, as he heard the door closing.
He took a step forward. The water was still shallow, but it had almost reached his knees by now.
The warden was looking at the sea. He noticed a rock not too far away. On the rock, 4 humanoid creatures were singing and enjoying the last sunlight. Long almost black hair decorated with small seashells. All four were chubby. Their skin was gray with patches of shirt seal like fur. They clothes were made of seaweed and covered barely anything. Oval faces, with big black eyes, a lacking eyebrows, and thin darker lips. Their bodies ended in fishtails instead of legs.
Mermaids. They were mare maids.
He looked at them. He had seen some around the island before, but the sight of them still awoke a yearning in him.
A yearning not to be stuck between two words.
Soon, the four mermaids noticed him. They did not flee.
One of them started loudly whistling. The sound was similar to a delphin. She stared at him after she finished.
Tasgall looked at her.
She whistled again.
When she stopped, the other three left the rock.
Even though his vocal cords were more human, but he was still capable of making this type of noise.
He opened his mouth, then immediately closed it. His ears lowered involuntarily.
The mermaid turned her head to the side, then whistled again.
But this time, after she did not get an answer, she left the rock too.
He stood there. Looking at the rock. He took a deep breath, then left the water, and sat down on the shore.
It was one hour past the lockdown.
All the inmates were sleeping.
One half of the guards were up, and the other half were sleeping.
Tasgall, on the other hand, couldn't sleep. He was lying in his bed looking at the ceiling, unable to sleep.
He kept thinking about that mermaid.
The way, she called him, and invited him to join her and her sisters.
He took a deep breath, and looked at his hand.
Seal claws like nails, and skin connecting his fingers. It was made for swimming. But there was something wrong. The skin between his fingers only reached up to the middle of them. It was not ideal for swimming long periods of time, especially in strong currents. Both humane and inhumane.
Tasgall was not the only one who was unable to fall asleep. In the town, Bisera was lying in her bed.
She tried to forget about what happened, and instead focused on the heist tomorrow night.
Bullets are expensive. More profitable than gold, especially in times like these. If she could get her hands on a few, and sell them, she would have enough money to pay the amount that Mr. Langford demanded. Maybe she would even have enough money to save some. Money she could use to escape this town one day, and go back to Macedonia.
She took a deep breath, as she realised something.
"Should I even go back to Macedonia?" She whispered the question to herself.
Her village was destroyed, and she has no surviving family members. Even if going back to her homeland meant that she would escape Mr. Langford, she would still suffer. She would have nowhere to go, and no one to rely on.
She turned on to her side, and tried to fall asleep. She has to be sharp tomorrow after all.
End of chapter 1
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Now that looks like another brexit gone incredibly well.
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Piss, surely?"This whisky tastes like shit." He said disappointedly.
Or "pish", if it's Scotch. I guess.
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Chapter Tags: a hiest screen that will probably come off as stupid
Content Warnings: inproper use of a handgun
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I finished writing this chapter before I started writing my piece for the contest, I wanted to upload the two the same day, but dou to stuff, I ended up uploading this latter.
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Chapter 2
It was a quiet morning.
The church's garden was quet, with only one priest quietly working.
Bisera quietly climbed the fence. She made sure to be quiet, as she hid near the bushes. She tried to tiptoe to the church's door. The priest, concentrating on his garden, did not notice her.
But suddenly a shadow flowed away above them. Bisera stopped in her tracks, and looked up.
The shadow flowed away above the garden again. It was humanoid. She quickly hid away. Realising the situation.
For the third then, when the shadow flowed away above the garden, the priest looked up. Suddenly, the creature began to nosedive right towards Bisera. Before she could do anything, a pair of clawed hands lifted her up.
"What do we have here?" Asked a familiar old raspy voice. Soon he put her down on the ground. She almost fell as her feet touched the ground.
"Bisera. What are you doing here?" Asked the priest.
"Hi Simon." She greeted him.
"I was just..."
"She brought back something of mine." Said the creature, as he landed beside them.
He was unusually tall and slander. His skin was greyish, and ears big and pointy. He was wearing the robes of a priest, but no shoes. His clawed animal-like feet were visible. Two goat horns were on his bald head. Behind him were a pair of large bat wings.
"She got the monthly newspaper for me." the gargoyle said, as he looked at her. She said, as she pulled a book out of her bag and gave it to him. "Thank you."
He said, as he gave her the price of the newspaper. She quickly pocketed the money. Simon nodded, as he looked at her.
"Bisera, did you decide to leave the life of sin behind, and ask for forgiveness from our lord?" He asked her with the brightes smile.
"No. I have just come to give the newspaper to Granite." She said.
"But then why were you trying to sneak in?" Asked the priest disappointedly.
"It was supposed to be a quick visit. I don't really have the time to talk with any priest or nun who notices me."
He nodded.
Meanwhile, Granite opened the newspaper. Granite took a deep breath.
"Are you planning to leave Bisera?" The gargoyle asked.
"No. I'm not leaving. I'm still in debt." She said.
"Yes. But maybe leaving and never returning would be better for you." He said, then looked at the priest. "This is true for you too, Simon."
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"It's getting worse and worse for us. More and more dead, and deserting soldiers. If this continues, then we will lose." He said bluntly. "And if we lose, you know what that means? The enemy soldiers will come. And nothing good comes when they arrive."
Simon looked at him griping the gardening tool tightly. Bisera took a deep breath. She was about to leave.
Tasgall was walking down the prison's hallways.
It was working hours, so all the inmates were busy with their job. After he went down the stairs, and left the building. He crossed the yard and entered the empty cafeteria. He looked around, then went to the kitchen.
The kitchen, unlike the cafeteria, was buzzing with life. The inmates who were on kitchen duty, were preparing lunch for the day.
One guard was surveying them. Tasgall went to him.
"Jack." He called out to the guard.
The guard turned around, almost dropping his clipboard.
"Warden Tasgall! How can I help you?" Jack asked nervously.
Tasgall stepped beside him.
"Do we need anything?"
Jack looked at Tasgall, not knowing what to say.
"Supplies. A ship will go to town today. Do we need anything?"
Jack quickly gave the clipboard to the warden, realising how stupid he looked.
"We need salt, flour, the meat has also started to run out,-"
"Thanks. I will give the list to Claudia."
"Warden, are you sure, we can get the supplies?" Jack asked nervously. Tasgall looked at him. "I talked with my mother last night. She said that salt, flour, and meat are really hard to get. And that the price of milk and eggs got higher. Apparently, most of it is sent to feed the soldiers."
Tasgall nodded, as he left the kitchen, with the clipboard in hand.
A woman was waiting in the park.
Her skin was pale white. Her hair was black, long and unkept. She was short and skinny. Her black dress covered most of her body. Her green eyes were looking around nervously.
She sighed in relief as she noticed Bisera.
Bisera went to her and handed her a new paper.
"Did you see Simon?" She asked.
"Yes. He was in the church's garden."
The woman sighed in relief, then she handed her some money.
Bisera pocketed the money.
"Thanks Jessica." She said, then left.
"Fishy! Four Eyes!" A tall young man with ash blond hair, no older than 19, yelled at the two men who were pushing their bike down the road.
The two quickly turned around.
One of them was wearing glasses. His brown hair was cut short. He was wearing a white shirt, blue overalls, and black boots.
The other one had blue skin and black hair, and his ears were like the fins of a fish, and was dressed like a fisher.
Neither of them were older than 19.
"What is it, Fritz?" Asked the one with the glasses.
Fritz ran up to them, with a paper in hand.
"Boys, we have the opportunity of a lifetime!"
"Did you manage to scam some rich idiot?" Asked the blue-skin one.
"No. This is better than that." Fritz said, as he showed them the paper. "The army is recurring!"
The two young men looked at the paper. The one with the glasses took it.
"They pay well. Just think about it. Good money, and we come back as heroes."
He was visibly excited.
"Tasgall? Henry? What do you think?"
Tasgall took the paper from Henry.
"I don't think it's a good idea." He said.
"What?"
"I agree." Henry added.
Fritz looked at the two in shock.
"Think about it. They pay well. We will have enough money to achieve our goals. I can have my own pub. Henry, you could buy a wedding ring for Lily. And, Tasgall you could be able to afford medication for your mother, and maybe even have enough money to go back to Scotland!"
Fritz explained excitedly.
The two sceptics had to admit it. The money sounded good. All three of them come from poverty.
Fritz dropped out of school when he was 16. This was the only way for him to be able to have his own pub.
Lily's family was more well off. Henry was only able to afford a simple cheap wooden ring. A ring that was unworthy of Lily, who deserved something more special.
Tasgall's mother's condition just got worse and worse. With him being the only income source, he was barely able to afford the right medication for her. And the idea of moving back to Scotland sounded like a dream.
"And think about the glory. Think how proud of us, everyone will be." Fritz added.
"We go, and talk to the recruitment officer, then we decide." Said Henry, as he fixed his glasses.
It was getting dark.
Able was hiding by the docks, waiting for the workers to leave for the night.
To ease his nerves, he decided to smoke. But when he reached for his lighter, he found an empty pocket.
"What the-"
"Here." He heard a familiar voice.
"Bisera-" She quickly covered his mouth with her hand.
"Be quiet." She whispered, and lifted her hand.
Able looked at her with a grin.
"Are you taking my offer?" Able asked playfully. Bisera just nodded.
The two waited for half an hour.
The last worker left, and locked the gate with a key. The two thieves looked out of the hiding spot, and watched as the man got into his car and went away.
"Closing time." Able said playfully, as he carefully left his hiding spot. Bisera followed him.
"Do you have any information about the security?" Bisera asked.
"No. But there are probably more guards than usual."
The two sneaked to a weak point in the fence and climbed it. After they landed on the other side, they hid away immediately, as they heard footsteps.
A guard pointed his flashlight to the fence, where he heard the noise coming from. After a few minutes, he left.
The two thieves sneaked after him.
When they got far away enough from the other guards, Able grabbed his old handgun. He sneaked beside him, and hit him in the head with the handle, knocking the guard out.
Able and Bisera quickly hide the body.
"The ship is probably at the second dock." Bisera whispered, as she looked through the pockets of the guard.
"Bloody hell. The worst spot for us." Able said as he helped Bisera empty the guard's pockets. "We can't do the usual routine."
"We need a distraction." Bisera said.
"Did you find something?"
"Just an empty wallet with personal papers and pictures. Chewing gum, batteries, and car key." Bisera said, with a dry expression. "And you?"
"Nothing. Just some fake bullets." Able said, then looked at the bullets in his hand. "They are the right size for my gun."
The two did not have much time, as they heard footsteps. They quickly hide, as a few guards come closer.
They soon noticed they had passed out colleague.
The thieves used this as an opportunity to sneak away.
"The control room. We could use that as distraction." Bisera whispered. Able nodded with a grin on his face.
"This will be fun."
The control room was a small building close to the docks.
The two sneaked close to the control room, and unfortunately, two guards were inside.
They looked at each other, and nodded.
Able throw a rock at the window, which shattered on impact.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Yelled one of the guards. One left the control room.
He slowly looked around the building, when, suddenly from the back someone hit him on the head, and everything went black.
Abel and Bisera quickly tied his hands together and hid his body. They went to the window of the control room, and carefully looked inside.
"Empty." Bisera whisper, she sneaked inside. It was really empty.
She took a deep breath, but suddenly a pair of hands grabbed her by the throat, from the back. The second guard was hiding behind the door.
She tried to kick, and hit him, but nothing worked.
She gasped for air. With each gasp, his grip got stronger and stronger, and less and less air got into her lungs.
Suddenly, the guard's grip slipped, as he let out a painful yelp. Bisera pushed him away, and turned around. Able was standing behind her, with hand gun in hand. The guard was on the ground holding his head.
Able managed to hit him, but he did not get knocked out.
Bisera quickly jumped on him, and pushed a cloth into his mouth. Able helped her by tied the guard's hands together.
After the guard was naturalised, they hid him.
"This was close." Able said, as he went to the control panel.
Bisera followed him.
Bisera pushed a bottom, and the loudspeakers around the docks let out a painfully loud warning sigh. She chuckled.
Able joined her, and pushed a few bottom, resulting in the loudspeakers by the entrance gates letting out loud and harsh sirens, and the lights around the fence coming to light. Glowing in harsh white and red lights.
They quickly left the control room.
The door of the container opened.
Bisera and Able sneaked inside. They slowly looked around.
Around them, guns and bullets were neatly stored on shelves.
Able ran to one of the shelves and opened his bag. Packing away mostly bullets, and some smaller guns.
But Bisera slowly followed his example. Her hands were shaking, as she put the bullets into her bag. The memory of the sound of gunfire rang inside her head.
"Bisera! Bisera run! RUN!" The memory of a scream echoed inside her head.
The echoes of the scream were followed by the echoes of two gunshots, and she felt a burning feeling in her shoulder.
"Hey. Are you okay?"
A sound of a familiar voice woke her up from the memories. She looked at Able.
"Yes. I'm fine."
Able looked at her half empty bag, and decided to help her.
When her bag was full, the two went to the door. But they stopped when they noticed lights.
"HEY! OVER HERE! THEY GOT IN!" A guard yelled.
"Shit!" Bisera cursed, as she closed the door.
Able quickly pushed a shelf in front of the door. Blocking it. It did not take long for the guards to start banging on the door.
"OPEN UP!"
The two thiefs looked around, looking for an escape route, to no avail.
They were trapped.
Soon the door was slammed in, and the shelf fell to the ground. The guards stormed in.
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Chapter 2
It was a quiet morning.
The church's garden was quet, with only one priest quietly working.
Bisera quietly climbed the fence. She made sure to be quiet, as she hid near the bushes. She tried to tiptoe to the church's door. The priest, concentrating on his garden, did not notice her.
But suddenly a shadow flowed away above them. Bisera stopped in her tracks, and looked up.
The shadow flowed away above the garden again. It was humanoid. She quickly hid away. Realising the situation.
For the third then, when the shadow flowed away above the garden, the priest looked up. Suddenly, the creature began to nosedive right towards Bisera. Before she could do anything, a pair of clawed hands lifted her up.
"What do we have here?" Asked a familiar old raspy voice. Soon he put her down on the ground. She almost fell as her feet touched the ground.
"Bisera. What are you doing here?" Asked the priest.
"Hi Simon." She greeted him.
"I was just..."
"She brought back something of mine." Said the creature, as he landed beside them.
He was unusually tall and slander. His skin was greyish, and ears big and pointy. He was wearing the robes of a priest, but no shoes. His clawed animal-like feet were visible. Two goat horns were on his bald head. Behind him were a pair of large bat wings.
"She got the monthly newspaper for me." the gargoyle said, as he looked at her. She said, as she pulled a book out of her bag and gave it to him. "Thank you."
He said, as he gave her the price of the newspaper. She quickly pocketed the money. Simon nodded, as he looked at her.
"Bisera, did you decide to leave the life of sin behind, and ask for forgiveness from our lord?" He asked her with the brightes smile.
"No. I have just come to give the newspaper to Granite." She said.
"But then why were you trying to sneak in?" Asked the priest disappointedly.
"It was supposed to be a quick visit. I don't really have the time to talk with any priest or nun who notices me."
He nodded.
Meanwhile, Granite opened the newspaper. Granite took a deep breath.
"Are you planning to leave Bisera?" The gargoyle asked.
"No. I'm not leaving. I'm still in debt." She said.
"Yes. But maybe leaving and never returning would be better for you." He said, then looked at the priest. "This is true for you too, Simon."
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"It's getting worse and worse for us. More and more dead, and deserting soldiers. If this continues, then we will lose." He said bluntly. "And if we lose, you know what that means? The enemy soldiers will come. And nothing good comes when they arrive."
Simon looked at him griping the gardening tool tightly. Bisera took a deep breath. She was about to leave.
Tasgall was walking down the prison's hallways.
It was working hours, so all the inmates were busy with their job. After he went down the stairs, and left the building. He crossed the yard and entered the empty cafeteria. He looked around, then went to the kitchen.
The kitchen, unlike the cafeteria, was buzzing with life. The inmates who were on kitchen duty, were preparing lunch for the day.
One guard was surveying them. Tasgall went to him.
"Jack." He called out to the guard.
The guard turned around, almost dropping his clipboard.
"Warden Tasgall! How can I help you?" Jack asked nervously.
Tasgall stepped beside him.
"Do we need anything?"
Jack looked at Tasgall, not knowing what to say.
"Supplies. A ship will go to town today. Do we need anything?"
Jack quickly gave the clipboard to the warden, realising how stupid he looked.
"We need salt, flour, the meat has also started to run out,-"
"Thanks. I will give the list to Claudia."
"Warden, are you sure, we can get the supplies?" Jack asked nervously. Tasgall looked at him. "I talked with my mother last night. She said that salt, flour, and meat are really hard to get. And that the price of milk and eggs got higher. Apparently, most of it is sent to feed the soldiers."
Tasgall nodded, as he left the kitchen, with the clipboard in hand.
A woman was waiting in the park.
Her skin was pale white. Her hair was black, long and unkept. She was short and skinny. Her black dress covered most of her body. Her green eyes were looking around nervously.
She sighed in relief as she noticed Bisera.
Bisera went to her and handed her a new paper.
"Did you see Simon?" She asked.
"Yes. He was in the church's garden."
The woman sighed in relief, then she handed her some money.
Bisera pocketed the money.
"Thanks Jessica." She said, then left.
"Fishy! Four Eyes!" A tall young man with ash blond hair, no older than 19, yelled at the two men who were pushing their bike down the road.
The two quickly turned around.
One of them was wearing glasses. His brown hair was cut short. He was wearing a white shirt, blue overalls, and black boots.
The other one had blue skin and black hair, and his ears were like the fins of a fish, and was dressed like a fisher.
Neither of them were older than 19.
"What is it, Fritz?" Asked the one with the glasses.
Fritz ran up to them, with a paper in hand.
"Boys, we have the opportunity of a lifetime!"
"Did you manage to scam some rich idiot?" Asked the blue-skin one.
"No. This is better than that." Fritz said, as he showed them the paper. "The army is recurring!"
The two young men looked at the paper. The one with the glasses took it.
"They pay well. Just think about it. Good money, and we come back as heroes."
He was visibly excited.
"Tasgall? Henry? What do you think?"
Tasgall took the paper from Henry.
"I don't think it's a good idea." He said.
"What?"
"I agree." Henry added.
Fritz looked at the two in shock.
"Think about it. They pay well. We will have enough money to achieve our goals. I can have my own pub. Henry, you could buy a wedding ring for Lily. And, Tasgall you could be able to afford medication for your mother, and maybe even have enough money to go back to Scotland!"
Fritz explained excitedly.
The two sceptics had to admit it. The money sounded good. All three of them come from poverty.
Fritz dropped out of school when he was 16. This was the only way for him to be able to have his own pub.
Lily's family was more well off. Henry was only able to afford a simple cheap wooden ring. A ring that was unworthy of Lily, who deserved something more special.
Tasgall's mother's condition just got worse and worse. With him being the only income source, he was barely able to afford the right medication for her. And the idea of moving back to Scotland sounded like a dream.
"And think about the glory. Think how proud of us, everyone will be." Fritz added.
"We go, and talk to the recruitment officer, then we decide." Said Henry, as he fixed his glasses.
It was getting dark.
Able was hiding by the docks, waiting for the workers to leave for the night.
To ease his nerves, he decided to smoke. But when he reached for his lighter, he found an empty pocket.
"What the-"
"Here." He heard a familiar voice.
"Bisera-" She quickly covered his mouth with her hand.
"Be quiet." She whispered, and lifted her hand.
Able looked at her with a grin.
"Are you taking my offer?" Able asked playfully. Bisera just nodded.
The two waited for half an hour.
The last worker left, and locked the gate with a key. The two thieves looked out of the hiding spot, and watched as the man got into his car and went away.
"Closing time." Able said playfully, as he carefully left his hiding spot. Bisera followed him.
"Do you have any information about the security?" Bisera asked.
"No. But there are probably more guards than usual."
The two sneaked to a weak point in the fence and climbed it. After they landed on the other side, they hid away immediately, as they heard footsteps.
A guard pointed his flashlight to the fence, where he heard the noise coming from. After a few minutes, he left.
The two thieves sneaked after him.
When they got far away enough from the other guards, Able grabbed his old handgun. He sneaked beside him, and hit him in the head with the handle, knocking the guard out.
Able and Bisera quickly hide the body.
"The ship is probably at the second dock." Bisera whispered, as she looked through the pockets of the guard.
"Bloody hell. The worst spot for us." Able said as he helped Bisera empty the guard's pockets. "We can't do the usual routine."
"We need a distraction." Bisera said.
"Did you find something?"
"Just an empty wallet with personal papers and pictures. Chewing gum, batteries, and car key." Bisera said, with a dry expression. "And you?"
"Nothing. Just some fake bullets." Able said, then looked at the bullets in his hand. "They are the right size for my gun."
The two did not have much time, as they heard footsteps. They quickly hide, as a few guards come closer.
They soon noticed they had passed out colleague.
The thieves used this as an opportunity to sneak away.
"The control room. We could use that as distraction." Bisera whispered. Able nodded with a grin on his face.
"This will be fun."
The control room was a small building close to the docks.
The two sneaked close to the control room, and unfortunately, two guards were inside.
They looked at each other, and nodded.
Able throw a rock at the window, which shattered on impact.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Yelled one of the guards. One left the control room.
He slowly looked around the building, when, suddenly from the back someone hit him on the head, and everything went black.
Abel and Bisera quickly tied his hands together and hid his body. They went to the window of the control room, and carefully looked inside.
"Empty." Bisera whisper, she sneaked inside. It was really empty.
She took a deep breath, but suddenly a pair of hands grabbed her by the throat, from the back. The second guard was hiding behind the door.
She tried to kick, and hit him, but nothing worked.
She gasped for air. With each gasp, his grip got stronger and stronger, and less and less air got into her lungs.
Suddenly, the guard's grip slipped, as he let out a painful yelp. Bisera pushed him away, and turned around. Able was standing behind her, with hand gun in hand. The guard was on the ground holding his head.
Able managed to hit him, but he did not get knocked out.
Bisera quickly jumped on him, and pushed a cloth into his mouth. Able helped her by tied the guard's hands together.
After the guard was naturalised, they hid him.
"This was close." Able said, as he went to the control panel.
Bisera followed him.
Bisera pushed a bottom, and the loudspeakers around the docks let out a painfully loud warning sigh. She chuckled.
Able joined her, and pushed a few bottom, resulting in the loudspeakers by the entrance gates letting out loud and harsh sirens, and the lights around the fence coming to light. Glowing in harsh white and red lights.
They quickly left the control room.
The door of the container opened.
Bisera and Able sneaked inside. They slowly looked around.
Around them, guns and bullets were neatly stored on shelves.
Able ran to one of the shelves and opened his bag. Packing away mostly bullets, and some smaller guns.
But Bisera slowly followed his example. Her hands were shaking, as she put the bullets into her bag. The memory of the sound of gunfire rang inside her head.
"Bisera! Bisera run! RUN!" The memory of a scream echoed inside her head.
The echoes of the scream were followed by the echoes of two gunshots, and she felt a burning feeling in her shoulder.
"Hey. Are you okay?"
A sound of a familiar voice woke her up from the memories. She looked at Able.
"Yes. I'm fine."
Able looked at her half empty bag, and decided to help her.
When her bag was full, the two went to the door. But they stopped when they noticed lights.
"HEY! OVER HERE! THEY GOT IN!" A guard yelled.
"Shit!" Bisera cursed, as she closed the door.
Able quickly pushed a shelf in front of the door. Blocking it. It did not take long for the guards to start banging on the door.
"OPEN UP!"
The two thiefs looked around, looking for an escape route, to no avail.
They were trapped.
Soon the door was slammed in, and the shelf fell to the ground. The guards stormed in.
End of chapter 2
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Chapter 3
The prison guard took Bisera to the docks.
She was the only inmate she had to transport.
"You were a genuine surprise. You know that?" The guard said playfully.
"Really?"
"Yes. But again, there is barely anyone who they want to send to prison right now. They usually let the women away with just some forced labour, and the men are sent to the army." She explained nonchalantly. "The only reason why you are sent to prison, is because you tried to steal weapons. You would have been either sent to a factory, farm, or nurse training if you were arrested for something else."
Suddenly, the two heard a car parking. They looked in the direction where the sound had come from. A familiar car arrived.
"Fuck." Bisera said under her breath, as her landlord stepped out of the car.
Mr. Langford got out of the car and went to the two women.
"I'm sorry, but can I have a private talk with her?"
The guard looked at him.
"Who are you? Are you a friend, or family member of hers?"
"I raised her, and I'm currently her landlord."
"So you were her legal guardian?"
"Yes." He said. The guard nodded, then left the two to talk.
Mr. Langford immediately grabbed Bisera by the collar.
"What were you thinking?"
"How did you know?"
"I have ears and eyes everywhere. "He said, as he let go of her, and pushed her. "Do you think I don't keep an eye on the people who own me money?"
"It did not go as planned."
"I don't care. Where is my money?"
Bisera looked at him, and tried to take a step back, but he grabbed her shoulders.
"Where is my money you bloody cunt?"
"I don't have it!"
He went sailing, and raised his hand to slap her. She closed her eyes, prepared for the landing. But a hand grabbed his wrist, stopping him.
"Stop it! Let her go." The guard said.
"What?"
"What you are doing is against the law, and is halting my work."
He took a deep breath, and lowered his hand.
"I apologise. I don't know what hit me. I take my leave." He said calmly, and went to his car.
The guard took a deep breath, and gently pushed Bisera towards the boat.
"NO YOU ARE NOT GOING!" The angry scream of a woman was hearable outside the small cottage.
Tasgall and Fritz were standing outside. Both of them heard the argument.
"Lily, please listen! This is for you! For us!" The voice of Henry was hearable.
"For me? For me! FOR ME!"
Tasgall and Fritz couldn't help themselves, and looked inside through the window.
They saw the couple.
Lily was a thin woman, with blond hair, pale skin, and one blue eye. One half of her face was horribly disfigured. Scars, stiches, and the remnants of burning covered that half. Her other eye was cloudy and empty. Blind for one eye.
"If you were really thinking about me, or us, then you wouldn't go! I will not be the wife of a monster with a gun!" She turned her back to him.
"I'm doing this so that I could buy a proper ring for you. Right now I can only afford a wooden ring."
She turned around.
"A wooden ring is more than enough for me!"
"Lily listen-
"Henry, you should leave."
"Lily-"
"I SAID LEAVE! I WON'T BE THE WIFE OF A MONSTER WITH A GUN!"
Henry left, as she finished screaming. After he left, she slammed the door on him.
He looked at his two friends, before walking away.
Tasgall woke up before the sun rose. He put on his uniform, made himself a cup of coffee, and breakfast. He grabbed his cup and his breakfast, and went to his work desk. He turned on the radio, and set down.
He started doing paperwork while eating his breakfast.
The first documents were about the payment of the fresh supplies. He carefully signed every paper. In the end, he put them in a paper dossier, wrote the date on it, and put it away in his desk drawer.
After a while, he came across a new paper dossier, with a name written on it.
"Bisera Stanovska..." He read her name under his breath, then opened the dossier.
Bisera woke up in her prison cell. Like most inmates in these waring times, she did not have a cellmate.
She woke up, and went to the cafeteria for breakfast.
The food was hard, bland, and tasteless. She struggled not to spit it out.
The guards were supervising the inmates.
After breakfast, the working hours started. She was put on laundry duty.
She and a group of other inmates went to the laundry room. There was a surprising amount of dirty clothes that had to be washed and sorted. Bisera mostly tried to keep her distance from the other inmates. They were talking, gossiping, and joking while working. Meanwhile, two guards were sitting next to the door. They were playing poker.
After the work hours ended, she and the other inmates went to the cafeteria to have lunch.
The inmates, both men and women, were sitting in groups and chatting. She still kept her distance from them. The lunch was almost the same as the breakfast. Hard, tasteless, and bland. The only difference was that it was warm.
After lunch, they had free time.
Most of the inmates were either working out, playing sports with each other, or going back to their cells.
Bisera instead decided to look around the yard. She found a door. To her observations, the vision of the security cameras did not cover it. She hit the jackpot.
After two hours, the free time was over. She and the other inmates went back to work.
After the bland, cold, and dry dinner, she and the other inmates got to have some free time before bedtime.
She hurried to the door. She was able to steal a clap. The old lock quickly gave way. She opened it, and carefully closed it behind.
She found herself on the beach.
She looked around to find anything she was able to use as a make-shift raft.
Soon she found a tree trunk close to the water.
She bolted, and pushed into the water. When it was swimming, she got into the water, and held onto it. She managed to swim out of the shallow waters, when something grabbed her legs. Before she could process what was happening, the thing pulled her underwater.
After a few minutes, the thing let go of her legs. She swam back up, and grabbed a hold of the tree's trunk, pulling her upper body up. She took a few deep breaths. She looked around. She noticed a man with blue skin, resting his elbows on the trunk, and looking at her.
"You shouldn't be here." He said.
"Look, I will give you fish if you help me get back to the town." She tried to bribe him.
"No. Go back before the guards notice it."
"You want something else?"
"I work there." He said nonchalantly. That's when she hit him. She tried to get away from him after she punched him. He quickly regained his composer, and swam after her.
He quickly caught up to her, and tackled her, pulling her under the water.
He quickly got her back to the shore.
She was spiting out salty water, as he put her down onto the shore.
"You are lucky, I'm in a good mood." He said, as Bisera got up.
They looked at each other.
"Are you my new inmate?" He asked, more curiously than anything.
"Your new... inmate..." She said between deep breaths, and realised who he was.
She looked at the sea, and almost bolted, when he thought her again.
"Stop trying to escape!"
"Just let me go!" She asked, as she tried to get out of his grip. His grip ended up weakening when she kicked his leg.
He tackles her to the ground.
They looked at each other. They wet clothes stuck to their bodies.
She stopped moving, and decided to stay still. She closed her eyes, preparing for the worst.
He got up, and looked down at her.
"Get up." He said somewhat drily.
She opened her eyes, and got to her feet.
"I will take you back, and make up something. Just never try this." He said, as he took a deep breath.
"Are you not going to punish me?"
He let out a sigh.
"Why should I? We are already understaffed because of this war." He said as he gently grabbed her arm, and started going towards the building.
"And what are you planning to say? That I got lost while chasing a butterfly?"
He chuckled a bit hearing this.
She couldn't help, but smile at this chuckle.
"Maybe that I wanted to have a private, casual talk with you?" He said with a similarly joking tone. "After all, neither of us were born here."
Tasgall was lying in his bed. Looking at the ceiling.
He couldn't help, but be reminded of someone.
The girl, the new inmate reminded her of someone. That punch to his face, reminded him of her.
Someone who was long dead by now. Someone who had chosen her own death, accepted it, then waited for it with a solemn smile on her face. A woman whose grave he had to dig and bury. A grave that he couldn't mark.
"Is her body still there?" He asked, as he turned to his side.
He did not get why the new inmate reminded him of an old friend. They looked nothing alike.
The new girl had light brown eyes, meanwhile she had green eyes.
One has long light brown hair, while the other had dark brown hair.
One has no freckles, while the other one's face is covered with them.
But she still reminded him of her.
Maybe that punch reminded him of her? He did not know.
He slowly drifted to sleep.
Tasgall, Fritz, and Henry were walking down the trail.
"HENRY!" They suddenly heard a scream. Soon, a running woman comes into view.
They recognised her. Green eyes, long dark brown hair, and freckles covering her face.
"Bloody hell" Henry said under his breath, as the woman reached them.
She immediately punched Henry in the face.
"What were you thinking? How can you leave me, and mother?" She asked, visibly angrily.
"Margaret, I did it to be able to afford a ring for Lily-"
"So it's Lily's doing?" She said, then she was about to storm away. "Let me talk to her!"
"Lily does not want me to join the army. It was Fritz's idea!"
Margaret looked at Fritz. She looked ready to kill him.
Tasgall looked at Fritz and shook his head, while lip-syncing the words "say no."
"Yes! It's a great opportunity." He said happily. He continued happily, ignoring the disappointment of Tasgall, and Margaret's murderous stare. "They pay well. Just think about it Margaret. We go, and come back as heroes. I will have enough money to have my own pub, Tasgall can afford his mother's medicine, and Henry can buy a ring for-"
He was cut off by a punch to the stomach by Margaret.
"You idiot! You sold your body to the army for a pub? And you got my brother and Tasgall to join your stupid plan to be cannon fodder?" She looked at Tasgall and Henry. "You too, Tasgall? What about your mother?"
Her voice was more disappointed than angry by now.
"Her medication is more and more expensive by the day. Soon we will be unable to afford it." He said, he looked down. "I have no other choice."
Margaret looked at him, then at her brother.
"Henry, please think about mother. When she heard about your plan to join, she started crying and nearly fainted." The anger almost completely left her voice, replacing it with sorrow. "Please don't leave us. I don't think that I will be able to take care of her alone, and if you leave, her condition will just get worse."
She was trying not to cry.
"Margaret I-"
"She does not want you to be cannon fodder."
End of chapter 3
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Chapter 3
The prison guard took Bisera to the docks.
She was the only inmate she had to transport.
"You were a genuine surprise. You know that?" The guard said playfully.
"Really?"
"Yes. But again, there is barely anyone who they want to send to prison right now. They usually let the women away with just some forced labour, and the men are sent to the army." She explained nonchalantly. "The only reason why you are sent to prison, is because you tried to steal weapons. You would have been either sent to a factory, farm, or nurse training if you were arrested for something else."
Suddenly, the two heard a car parking. They looked in the direction where the sound had come from. A familiar car arrived.
"Fuck." Bisera said under her breath, as her landlord stepped out of the car.
Mr. Langford got out of the car and went to the two women.
"I'm sorry, but can I have a private talk with her?"
The guard looked at him.
"Who are you? Are you a friend, or family member of hers?"
"I raised her, and I'm currently her landlord."
"So you were her legal guardian?"
"Yes." He said. The guard nodded, then left the two to talk.
Mr. Langford immediately grabbed Bisera by the collar.
"What were you thinking?"
"How did you know?"
"I have ears and eyes everywhere. "He said, as he let go of her, and pushed her. "Do you think I don't keep an eye on the people who own me money?"
"It did not go as planned."
"I don't care. Where is my money?"
Bisera looked at him, and tried to take a step back, but he grabbed her shoulders.
"Where is my money you bloody cunt?"
"I don't have it!"
He went sailing, and raised his hand to slap her. She closed her eyes, prepared for the landing. But a hand grabbed his wrist, stopping him.
"Stop it! Let her go." The guard said.
"What?"
"What you are doing is against the law, and is halting my work."
He took a deep breath, and lowered his hand.
"I apologise. I don't know what hit me. I take my leave." He said calmly, and went to his car.
The guard took a deep breath, and gently pushed Bisera towards the boat.
"NO YOU ARE NOT GOING!" The angry scream of a woman was hearable outside the small cottage.
Tasgall and Fritz were standing outside. Both of them heard the argument.
"Lily, please listen! This is for you! For us!" The voice of Henry was hearable.
"For me? For me! FOR ME!"
Tasgall and Fritz couldn't help themselves, and looked inside through the window.
They saw the couple.
Lily was a thin woman, with blond hair, pale skin, and one blue eye. One half of her face was horribly disfigured. Scars, stiches, and the remnants of burning covered that half. Her other eye was cloudy and empty. Blind for one eye.
"If you were really thinking about me, or us, then you wouldn't go! I will not be the wife of a monster with a gun!" She turned her back to him.
"I'm doing this so that I could buy a proper ring for you. Right now I can only afford a wooden ring."
She turned around.
"A wooden ring is more than enough for me!"
"Lily listen-
"Henry, you should leave."
"Lily-"
"I SAID LEAVE! I WON'T BE THE WIFE OF A MONSTER WITH A GUN!"
Henry left, as she finished screaming. After he left, she slammed the door on him.
He looked at his two friends, before walking away.
Tasgall woke up before the sun rose. He put on his uniform, made himself a cup of coffee, and breakfast. He grabbed his cup and his breakfast, and went to his work desk. He turned on the radio, and set down.
He started doing paperwork while eating his breakfast.
The first documents were about the payment of the fresh supplies. He carefully signed every paper. In the end, he put them in a paper dossier, wrote the date on it, and put it away in his desk drawer.
After a while, he came across a new paper dossier, with a name written on it.
"Bisera Stanovska..." He read her name under his breath, then opened the dossier.
Bisera woke up in her prison cell. Like most inmates in these waring times, she did not have a cellmate.
She woke up, and went to the cafeteria for breakfast.
The food was hard, bland, and tasteless. She struggled not to spit it out.
The guards were supervising the inmates.
After breakfast, the working hours started. She was put on laundry duty.
She and a group of other inmates went to the laundry room. There was a surprising amount of dirty clothes that had to be washed and sorted. Bisera mostly tried to keep her distance from the other inmates. They were talking, gossiping, and joking while working. Meanwhile, two guards were sitting next to the door. They were playing poker.
After the work hours ended, she and the other inmates went to the cafeteria to have lunch.
The inmates, both men and women, were sitting in groups and chatting. She still kept her distance from them. The lunch was almost the same as the breakfast. Hard, tasteless, and bland. The only difference was that it was warm.
After lunch, they had free time.
Most of the inmates were either working out, playing sports with each other, or going back to their cells.
Bisera instead decided to look around the yard. She found a door. To her observations, the vision of the security cameras did not cover it. She hit the jackpot.
After two hours, the free time was over. She and the other inmates went back to work.
After the bland, cold, and dry dinner, she and the other inmates got to have some free time before bedtime.
She hurried to the door. She was able to steal a clap. The old lock quickly gave way. She opened it, and carefully closed it behind.
She found herself on the beach.
She looked around to find anything she was able to use as a make-shift raft.
Soon she found a tree trunk close to the water.
She bolted, and pushed into the water. When it was swimming, she got into the water, and held onto it. She managed to swim out of the shallow waters, when something grabbed her legs. Before she could process what was happening, the thing pulled her underwater.
After a few minutes, the thing let go of her legs. She swam back up, and grabbed a hold of the tree's trunk, pulling her upper body up. She took a few deep breaths. She looked around. She noticed a man with blue skin, resting his elbows on the trunk, and looking at her.
"You shouldn't be here." He said.
"Look, I will give you fish if you help me get back to the town." She tried to bribe him.
"No. Go back before the guards notice it."
"You want something else?"
"I work there." He said nonchalantly. That's when she hit him. She tried to get away from him after she punched him. He quickly regained his composer, and swam after her.
He quickly caught up to her, and tackled her, pulling her under the water.
He quickly got her back to the shore.
She was spiting out salty water, as he put her down onto the shore.
"You are lucky, I'm in a good mood." He said, as Bisera got up.
They looked at each other.
"Are you my new inmate?" He asked, more curiously than anything.
"Your new... inmate..." She said between deep breaths, and realised who he was.
She looked at the sea, and almost bolted, when he thought her again.
"Stop trying to escape!"
"Just let me go!" She asked, as she tried to get out of his grip. His grip ended up weakening when she kicked his leg.
He tackles her to the ground.
They looked at each other. They wet clothes stuck to their bodies.
She stopped moving, and decided to stay still. She closed her eyes, preparing for the worst.
He got up, and looked down at her.
"Get up." He said somewhat drily.
She opened her eyes, and got to her feet.
"I will take you back, and make up something. Just never try this." He said, as he took a deep breath.
"Are you not going to punish me?"
He let out a sigh.
"Why should I? We are already understaffed because of this war." He said as he gently grabbed her arm, and started going towards the building.
"And what are you planning to say? That I got lost while chasing a butterfly?"
He chuckled a bit hearing this.
She couldn't help, but smile at this chuckle.
"Maybe that I wanted to have a private, casual talk with you?" He said with a similarly joking tone. "After all, neither of us were born here."
Tasgall was lying in his bed. Looking at the ceiling.
He couldn't help, but be reminded of someone.
The girl, the new inmate reminded her of someone. That punch to his face, reminded him of her.
Someone who was long dead by now. Someone who had chosen her own death, accepted it, then waited for it with a solemn smile on her face. A woman whose grave he had to dig and bury. A grave that he couldn't mark.
"Is her body still there?" He asked, as he turned to his side.
He did not get why the new inmate reminded him of an old friend. They looked nothing alike.
The new girl had light brown eyes, meanwhile she had green eyes.
One has long light brown hair, while the other had dark brown hair.
One has no freckles, while the other one's face is covered with them.
But she still reminded him of her.
Maybe that punch reminded him of her? He did not know.
He slowly drifted to sleep.
Tasgall, Fritz, and Henry were walking down the trail.
"HENRY!" They suddenly heard a scream. Soon, a running woman comes into view.
They recognised her. Green eyes, long dark brown hair, and freckles covering her face.
"Bloody hell" Henry said under his breath, as the woman reached them.
She immediately punched Henry in the face.
"What were you thinking? How can you leave me, and mother?" She asked, visibly angrily.
"Margaret, I did it to be able to afford a ring for Lily-"
"So it's Lily's doing?" She said, then she was about to storm away. "Let me talk to her!"
"Lily does not want me to join the army. It was Fritz's idea!"
Margaret looked at Fritz. She looked ready to kill him.
Tasgall looked at Fritz and shook his head, while lip-syncing the words "say no."
"Yes! It's a great opportunity." He said happily. He continued happily, ignoring the disappointment of Tasgall, and Margaret's murderous stare. "They pay well. Just think about it Margaret. We go, and come back as heroes. I will have enough money to have my own pub, Tasgall can afford his mother's medicine, and Henry can buy a ring for-"
He was cut off by a punch to the stomach by Margaret.
"You idiot! You sold your body to the army for a pub? And you got my brother and Tasgall to join your stupid plan to be cannon fodder?" She looked at Tasgall and Henry. "You too, Tasgall? What about your mother?"
Her voice was more disappointed than angry by now.
"Her medication is more and more expensive by the day. Soon we will be unable to afford it." He said, he looked down. "I have no other choice."
Margaret looked at him, then at her brother.
"Henry, please think about mother. When she heard about your plan to join, she started crying and nearly fainted." The anger almost completely left her voice, replacing it with sorrow. "Please don't leave us. I don't think that I will be able to take care of her alone, and if you leave, her condition will just get worse."
She was trying not to cry.
"Margaret I-"
"She does not want you to be cannon fodder."
End of chapter 3
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