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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (36b/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-04-01 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)Stares at the old woman, the farmer, the man who tried to punch her, the boy with two brothers, the ghoul with the pistol, the caravan guard, as they all stare back at her, some resigned--the farmer, the the caravan guard, the boy--and some near-incandescent--the old woman, the man who tried to fight, the ghoul.
“Group seven, your number rolled. Line up here,” Lucinda orders, points to the open patch of dirt in front of her platform. Side by side, face away from me.”
“Boss,” Photo starts, and Dredge rounds on her before she can say anything else, taps one finger against her own lips and points for Photo to go stand in the alley between the general store and the house next to it. Photo scowls, doesn't move, and Dredge nods once, slowly, turns her back.
Group seven slowly walks to where they were instructed, lines up.
The caravan guard stands at one end, the ghoul next to her, the farmer next to him, the man who took a swing next to him. The boy-- barely-man, Lucinda corrects herself, can’t think of him as a boy and still do this-- stands next to the old woman, second to last in the line.
She considers for a moment, then hops down off her box, lines herself up behind the caravan guard. Raises her gun, takes aim.
Boom, lever down, case ejected, lever up.
A single step to her right, lines the gun up again, ignores the crying from the under-sixteens, the gasps from the adults. The ghoul doesn’t move, stays standing stock-still, hands at his side.
Boom, lever down, case ejected, lever up.
A single step to her right. Can see the farmer’s jaw twitch, his hands clench. He twitches, not enough to throw her off.
Boom, lever down, case ejected, lever up.
A single step to her right. He’s crying, tears running down his cheeks and dropping into the dirt. The crying is coming from everyone, now, sniffles and strangled sobs, gasps as someone tries to pull in enough air that it won’t come out as a cry.
Boom, lever down, case ejected, lever up.
A single step to her right. He’s holding the hand of the old woman next to him. He raises one hand, waves to his brothers, and Lucinda can see him smile. He waves at his brothers, gestures for them to turn around, as they watch with wide eyes. She waits until they do to raise her gun.
Boom, lever down, case ejected, lever up.
A single step to her right. Photo is sobbing now, camera raised, hands shaking so bad that whatever photograph she gets will be a jagged, smeary mess. The old woman crosses her arms, raises her chin, scowls at the horizon.
Boom, lever down, case ejected, lever up.
Lucida turns and hops back up onto her box. Doesn’t look at the corpses in front of her, their bodies splayed, their heads pulped, blood pooling, running together and snaking its way away from Lucinda’s platform.
The rest of her team is watching her, eyes wide, mouths set.
“Round everyone up, take them to the barn.” She points toward the the other end of town. “They’ll stay there until the men get here to deal with them.
“Sure thing, Boss,” Burn agrees, nods, turns around to face the crowd as she drops the dice back into her pouch.
The rest of the team herds the crowd of people--merging back together, parents huddling with their children, someone taking charge of the two boys without a caretaker--over toward the barn, as Lucinda stands on her platform and watches them go.