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dragonjournal) wrote2011-01-27 11:38 am
dragonjournal) wrote2011-01-27 11:38 am
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Bingo Spam #1
Title: Looking for Revolution
Prompt: Shopping
Rating: PG-13
Summary/Warnings: Mentions slavery and suicide. Kenny/Max story.
Too many choices.
Max wandered along the aisles, her sharp eyes looking at the merchandise on display. Was it worth the money she would have to put into it, and the training that would, undoubtedly, be needed?
She sighed and adjusted the parasol, shading her eyes from the vicious sun. Her fingers ghosted over the fine fabrics in the stall. At one time, she would’ve bought them without a thought, without even questioning. Now, she carefully hoarded every penny that she could get her hands on.
“Max,” a hissed whispered brought her out of the memories of a more prosperous time.
She tilted her head up, looking up into the blue eyes of the man that was in this venture with her. “What is it, Kenny?” She asked. Surely, they hadn’t been found out? Surely, they were still safe?
Kenny nodded at their ultimate destination: the pens. The pens were owned by her brother-by-marriage and were some of the most dangerous for them to be near.
Five years ago, both Max and Kenny had been in that man’s training facility. Now, they were walking free thanks to friends and money that had bought their freedom. They were also playing a very dangerous game – one that freed slaves, but also put them in a position where they could be arrested for subversion of the government.
She sighed and carefully adjusted the parasol so that she could peer at the cages without anyone seeing her face. It was a skill she’d perfected when she was much younger and was the pampered daughter of a landed nobleman.
So many slaves. They couldn’t save all of them, but they could try. Her eyes lowered. A year ago, she’d finally found her childhood friend Traea. Traea had had twelve children, only three had survived and only one had remained with her. The other two had been sold by her owner – Junia’s husband. He’d never sold her, and had raped her repeatedly until she’d borne him children.
Junia was either ignorant, or just didn’t care. Max hated to think that about her sister, but she couldn’t deny that the woman was both a fool and an idiot.
Traea’s daughter now lived with Max, and her best friend had taken her own life. The other two children were still being searched for.
“Kenny?” She turned to look up at the man whom she’d found in that hell hole. He’d spent two years as a slave, before he’d been granted his freedom – not for spectacular service, but because Max had gone to his owner and pleaded for him.
That had been three years ago. Now, he stood beside her, keeping her mind on the duty that she’d taken on herself. He took care of her, and he didn’t mind when she yelled at him out of frustration, out of fear that they weren’t doing enough.
And when the nightmares got bad, Kenny didn’t mind when she cried.
He held out his arm, and tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow. “We’ll find them, Max.” He promised her. Gently, he dropped a kiss on her cheek. “We’ll find them and free all of them.”
Her fingers tightened on his arm and she leaned on him for a moment. “I know, Kenny, I know.” She whispered. “The war is coming.”
His grin was fierce and he looked a little too excited at that prospect. It made her want to hug him. “Then, let’s go shopping for some rebels.”
Max couldn’t help but chuckle and walk through the crowd on his arm.
Prompt: Shopping
Rating: PG-13
Summary/Warnings: Mentions slavery and suicide. Kenny/Max story.
Too many choices.
Max wandered along the aisles, her sharp eyes looking at the merchandise on display. Was it worth the money she would have to put into it, and the training that would, undoubtedly, be needed?
She sighed and adjusted the parasol, shading her eyes from the vicious sun. Her fingers ghosted over the fine fabrics in the stall. At one time, she would’ve bought them without a thought, without even questioning. Now, she carefully hoarded every penny that she could get her hands on.
“Max,” a hissed whispered brought her out of the memories of a more prosperous time.
She tilted her head up, looking up into the blue eyes of the man that was in this venture with her. “What is it, Kenny?” She asked. Surely, they hadn’t been found out? Surely, they were still safe?
Kenny nodded at their ultimate destination: the pens. The pens were owned by her brother-by-marriage and were some of the most dangerous for them to be near.
Five years ago, both Max and Kenny had been in that man’s training facility. Now, they were walking free thanks to friends and money that had bought their freedom. They were also playing a very dangerous game – one that freed slaves, but also put them in a position where they could be arrested for subversion of the government.
She sighed and carefully adjusted the parasol so that she could peer at the cages without anyone seeing her face. It was a skill she’d perfected when she was much younger and was the pampered daughter of a landed nobleman.
So many slaves. They couldn’t save all of them, but they could try. Her eyes lowered. A year ago, she’d finally found her childhood friend Traea. Traea had had twelve children, only three had survived and only one had remained with her. The other two had been sold by her owner – Junia’s husband. He’d never sold her, and had raped her repeatedly until she’d borne him children.
Junia was either ignorant, or just didn’t care. Max hated to think that about her sister, but she couldn’t deny that the woman was both a fool and an idiot.
Traea’s daughter now lived with Max, and her best friend had taken her own life. The other two children were still being searched for.
“Kenny?” She turned to look up at the man whom she’d found in that hell hole. He’d spent two years as a slave, before he’d been granted his freedom – not for spectacular service, but because Max had gone to his owner and pleaded for him.
That had been three years ago. Now, he stood beside her, keeping her mind on the duty that she’d taken on herself. He took care of her, and he didn’t mind when she yelled at him out of frustration, out of fear that they weren’t doing enough.
And when the nightmares got bad, Kenny didn’t mind when she cried.
He held out his arm, and tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow. “We’ll find them, Max.” He promised her. Gently, he dropped a kiss on her cheek. “We’ll find them and free all of them.”
Her fingers tightened on his arm and she leaned on him for a moment. “I know, Kenny, I know.” She whispered. “The war is coming.”
His grin was fierce and he looked a little too excited at that prospect. It made her want to hug him. “Then, let’s go shopping for some rebels.”
Max couldn’t help but chuckle and walk through the crowd on his arm.
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