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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (72a/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-06-03 01:06 am (UTC)(link)Photo lays on her bunk, feet tucked against her butt, knees toward the ceiling. Her dress is starting to fray at the hem, and she’s been fiddling with it.
Siri lays on her stomach on her bunk, feet dangling off the end, her forehead pressed to her arms, breathing in the metal reek of the bench. Counts ticks on the overloud clock, again, counts numbers for numbers.
Lucinda leans against the side wall of her cell, so she can watch the door, one leg propped against the bars and the other stretched out flat on the floor. Keeps her fingers curled into the grimy canvas of her jumpsuit.
The raven sits on the windowsill, croaks and calls and summons up knocking noises from the back of her throat.
The gunshot outside breaks the stillness, makes Photo jump from her bed, press herself to the bars, makes Siri roll off her bed, press herself into a corner with her hands over her head, makes Lucinda jump to her feet, hold herself up with the bars of her cell. Makes the rangers yell, grab for weapons, flood out the doors.
Outside, through the windows through the doors, comes Dredge’s high shriek, Twist’s lower, rougher answer, Drummer’s whoop. A dozen more gunshots, yelling, Tooth’s footsteps in the doorway as the air flickers around her. She has a key, unlocks the cells and opens the doors.
“Doc, Photo, over to the interrogation room. It’s safe. Boss, I have your gun and your coat.”
“Too dehydrated,” Lucinda replies. “Shoot a couple of the bastards for me. Save the head ranger, you can kill the rest.”
The gunshots stop, and after a pause, a single shot is fired, and then silence reigns again.
“Hopefully Twist knew what you wanted,” Tooth replies, offers Lucinda her shoulder. Lucinda leans on her.
Twist, Dredge, and Drummer all walk in, marching three rangers in front of them. Burn follows after a moment, walking the head ranger in front of her.
“This is who’s left, Boss,” Dredge says. “What d’you want us to do with them?”
“Lock them in the front cells,” Lucinda replies. “The three rangers. Him,” she points at the head ranger, “Tie him spread to the bars, loop a noose over the rafters so his head is held in place. Don’t hang him. Leave him there while I get my things.”
“Sure thing, boss,” Dredge replies, nods, urges her ranger forward and into the cellbock. She locks him in Siri and Photo’s old cell. Tooth unlocks the facing cell, and Twist and Drummer walk their rangers into it.
“You caught that one?” Lucinda asks, nods at the head ranger--gagged by Tooth’s borrowed bandana--and raises her eyebrows at Burn.
“Yes’m,” Burn agrees.
“Good on you,” Lucinda says, smiles. “Now you get all that sorted, I’m going to sit down.”
She hobbles to the desk, flops into the rolly chair.
Siri brings Lucinda a bottle of water, and Drummer goes out to count bodies. She lets Lucinda’s raven in, while she’s at it. The bird flies to the desk, her claws skittering on the hard surface. She caws at Lucinda, who makes disapproving noises back.
Runner is the one who brings Lucinda her coat and gun. Lucinda digs the canvas roll of jerky out of one her pockets, weighs it. Some of it is missing, but serves the rangers right.
Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (72b/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-06-03 01:11 am (UTC)(link)“Yes ma’am,” Runner agrees, salutes. The other women follow her out, except for Burn and Drummer, who stay in the back, tying the head ranger in place, and Siri and Photo, who sit on the sofa in the corner.
Lucinda drains the bottle of water, reaches for another one. Chews up a strip of jerky and spits it onto the table for her bird, then gets another piece for herself. Swallows without chewing it completely, gets three more and chews them all at once as she watches her bird do the same with the half-chewed jerky.
“Photo, do you think you can find any knives they have around here?” She pulls open the top drawer of the desk, finds a combat knife there, lays it on the desk, flattens her palm across its handle to inspect her knuckles.
“Yes ma’am,” Photo agrees, settles her camera on the sofa along with her armor.
“Thank you, Photo,” she says, smiles. The girl disappears into the supply closet.
“What are you going to do, Lucy?” Siri asks, tucks her legs up onto the sofa. She has her coat draped over her lap, her medical bag sitting on the floor in front of her.
“I'm going to teach him and the rest of the rangers a lesson.”
“Lucy, what are you--”
“Do you want to know, Siri?” Lucinda snaps. She watches her bird, clicking across the table, picking up a pencil from the coffee mug that says #1 DAD!!!! and dropping it, before picking it up, and dropping it and picking it up, and dropping it off the table so she has to flutter to the floor to pick it up again.
Siri looks away, doesn’t answer. Lucinda flicks her eyes up at Siri, then looks away again.
“When Photo gets back, I want you to take her back to camp. Take Dredge with you, her kid has to be getting hungry by now.”
“Understood,” Siri agrees.
“And I’m sorry you ended up wrapped up in this.”
“I’ll be back once I deliver Photo to camp. Someone might need medical attention, if they’re erecting crosses or nailing bodies up.”
“We can handle it. You just--look after Birdy and Photo back at camp. Make sure they don’t come back here and see this.”
“I am not their babysitter,” Siri replies. “If any of you needs medical attention--”
“We can handle it until we get back to you, we aren’t that fragile, Siri.” Lucinda sighs, takes another drink. “You cried after your interview, you panicked when someone drew a gun on you, you've consistently demonstrated this sort of reaction to violence-induced stress, and,” Lucinda spins in her chair to look Siri in the eye. “As much as as I like you, I don’t want you around to suffer through that any more than absolutely necessary.”
Siri snorts, but looks away.
“You’re starving, I want you to eat two of those box lunches before I see you again. Especially the cookies--eat all of the cookies out of all the lunches. You need the calories. A gallon jug of water, at least. More, since they have it. Refill it out of the pump. You’ll be fine once you pee clear. You need three meals a day for the next week, at least, and something substantial for each.” Siri folds her arms, presses her lips tight.
“I know, I know,” Lucinda agrees, reaches for another bottle of water. Looks between the front door and the storeroom door, eyes narrowed. “I will, it’s okay, you’re not my babysitter either.”
Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (72c/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-06-03 01:13 am (UTC)(link)“Thank you,” Lucinda says, smiles at her. “The Doc is going to take you back to camp while i finish some business here.”
“Oh.” Photo stays smiling, but now it’s fake, and she turns to look at Siri. Siri unfolds and pulls on her coat.
“The rest of us here will be along tonight,” Lucinda continues. “And if we’re not back by dawn, don’t come looking.”
“Yes’m,” Photo agrees.
“Thank you, Photo.” Lucinda whistles, and her bird croaks from her place on the floor. “Siri?”
Siri beckons Photo over, and they head out the door. Twist and Dredge laugh about something, out in the courtyard.
Drummer pops her head out of the cellblock door.
“We got him tied, Boss,” she says. “If you wanna...wanna do your thing.” Drummer smiles, wide and crooked. Her eyes dart, though, and she can’t look at Lucinda’s face.
“Thanks, Drummer. You and Burn go out and join the rest of the women.”
“You got it, Boss,” Drummer agrees. She calls back to Burn, who follows her out into the courtyard.
Lucinda stand, looks through the ammo case. How many knives does she need? Four? Something like that. She grabs five. Goes and gets her bowie knife and machete out of the weapons locker, too. Bowie is shit for skinning an animal for dressing, but if all she needs it for is pain it’ll do just fine.
She turns back to the cellblock and steps through the door. Smiles at the head ranger, tied so his arms and legs are spread.
“So you thought you could starve me out,” she bites out, grins. Walks closer. Kicks the door closed behind her without looking back.
“What do you want?” the head ranger snarls. “If you want your freedom you can go.”
“I have my freedom,” Lucinda replies, drops her voice into her chest, lets the words roll out of her throat. “But you pissed me off.” She drops the knives on the floor, turns around. “I had a better idea. I’ll be right back.” She turns and leaves, and there’s some clattering in a supply closet. She comes back with a hammer, grinning.
Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (72d/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-06-03 01:15 am (UTC)(link)Dredge hears the screaming, the beginning, mostly doesn't want to know. What the Boss does is what the Boss does, and it ain’t her problem. Boss follows her own rules, what she does here won’t be a problem for the team, most likely.
She goes around back, looking for wood. They’re hanging up dead bodies on things that look kinda like crosses, so they need to make something that looks kinda like a cross.
Back here, along with the screaming and the beginning and the sobbing and the low, unintelligible hiss of the Boss’s voice, she can hear the dull thud of metal on leather, the chink of metal into adobe.
She doesn’t want to know.