Harvest Gold #5, Mellow Yellow #14, Electric Purple #8

[shadowsong26]

Name: shadowsong26
Story: Liberation
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Harvest Gold #5. orange and gold, Mellow Yellow #14. Orange Nights, Electric Purple #8. Your optimistic eyes/Seem like paradise/To someone like me/I want to take you/In my arms/Forgetting all I couldn't do today (Depeche Mode- Black Celebration)
Supplies and Materials: pointillism, miniature collection, eraser (Desshiri!verse), feathers, fabric, chalk, novelty beads, glue ("Maintain a hopeful attitude even if you aren't sure that things are going your way.")
Word Count: 253
Rating: PG-13/R
Characters: Mel
Warnings: Enslavement, references to genocide, war, isolation, starvation.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place in an alternate 990 FY.


I wake up in the morning like always, and I know I am one of the lucky ones.


I kept track of the days for a while, but it got harder.


I haven't been out much, not since the siege started.


Then the Purge started and I've haven't been let out since.


The handlers, the guards, they used to whisper about it, that's how I know.


My cell block is empty, except for me.


No guards, no other prisoners.


I can't count the days anymore.


I'm tired.


It hurt, but I could feel the water underneath me, and I was so thirsty, so I pulled it up.


The light through the window changes, orange, fiery.


Maybe it's over now, maybe that's how they're going to kill me.


I watch the light and shadows flicker on the wall.


I drink some water.


I'm tired.


I hear voices--voices, for the first time in I don't know how long.


"Holy hell, there's a live one!"


A blurry man--dark, like me, an Islander--in a tattered uniform with something shiny crossing back and forth on his breast yanks the door open.


I can't move, so he picks me up.


Feredar is burning around me.


I feel weightless.


"You're safe now," he tells me, "I'm takin' you home."


The light outside hurts my eyes, so I close them.


I feel myself slipping back down into darkness, quiet, cool, sleep.


But I think I'll wake up tomorrow, so I know I am one of the lucky ones.

Comments

[bookblather]

oh that ending. Luck and relative stages thereof are so painful, especially in the context of genocide.

[shadowsong26]

Thank you.

Yeah. He was pretty much forgotten when the siege got especially ugly, which is why he survived to be rescued, but...yeah.

[kay_brooke]

The terrible thing is, he really is one of the lucky ones. Poor Mel.

[shadowsong26]

Thank you.

Yeah. There's still a decent chance he won't live long after his rescue, but...at least he was rescued.