Deep inside Leda's Head
Apr. 9th, 2010 09:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anarchist_queenThe mental blocks were falling, long buried memories exposed to the light for the first time in years.
Woofboy will come. Woofboy will come. It was a mantra Florida had been repeating to herself and Micky and Goldy ever since the Wharf Rats had kidnapped them and shoved them in this cage. It kept them, or her at least from giving into their thirst.
The Rats had left a beaker full of river water within easy reach. But they knew that one drink of pure river water would make them addicted. The two adults had explained to her that was a bad thing. Very bad.
But after a few days, she no longer had the strength to speak it out loud, and she had to think it. It was the only thought in her head now. Woofboy will come. Woofboy will come.
“Florida,” Goldy whispered hoarsely, “Wake up honey. Something's happening.” His hands had been handcuffed behind him, and his face was bruised. It had taken some doing for the Rats to subdue him. Now he stared behind Florida towards the door.
She turned. Two of the rats had entered and one of them, armed with a spear he'd made out of a broomstick and her own knife, was unlocking the cage.
“Out.” the other, a black girl ordered. She held a rifle on them. Guns were very dangerous and unpredictable in Bordertown. One could never be sure they wouldn't say, blow up in the wielder's hands. But they couldn't take the chance that it wouldn't work. There was some kind of ruckus going on outside.
Florida grinned. Woofboy had come. And everything seemed to happen at once. The door burst open and her hero came in, flanked by Milo Chevrolet and Tick-Tick. The black Rat reflexively turned to point the rifle at the intruders. At Woofboy.
Oh hell no! Florida leaped at the girl, barehanded, her fingers spread like claws. She grabbed for the rifle to tear it from the girl's hands...
And the girl wasn't there anymore. Florida landed on the bare, dusty floor, kicking up a cloud that blinded and choked her. Somehow the girl had dodged! She spun, trying to find her again. She couldn't let her shoot Woofboy! But when the dust settled, she could see she was alone in the room. And by the sound of it, the building. The room was dirtier than it had been a moment ago. The cage she'd been kept in was pushed against the wall and filled with cardboard boxes. Where was she?
Woofboy will come. Woofboy will come. It was a mantra Florida had been repeating to herself and Micky and Goldy ever since the Wharf Rats had kidnapped them and shoved them in this cage. It kept them, or her at least from giving into their thirst.
The Rats had left a beaker full of river water within easy reach. But they knew that one drink of pure river water would make them addicted. The two adults had explained to her that was a bad thing. Very bad.
But after a few days, she no longer had the strength to speak it out loud, and she had to think it. It was the only thought in her head now. Woofboy will come. Woofboy will come.
“Florida,” Goldy whispered hoarsely, “Wake up honey. Something's happening.” His hands had been handcuffed behind him, and his face was bruised. It had taken some doing for the Rats to subdue him. Now he stared behind Florida towards the door.
She turned. Two of the rats had entered and one of them, armed with a spear he'd made out of a broomstick and her own knife, was unlocking the cage.
“Out.” the other, a black girl ordered. She held a rifle on them. Guns were very dangerous and unpredictable in Bordertown. One could never be sure they wouldn't say, blow up in the wielder's hands. But they couldn't take the chance that it wouldn't work. There was some kind of ruckus going on outside.
Florida grinned. Woofboy had come. And everything seemed to happen at once. The door burst open and her hero came in, flanked by Milo Chevrolet and Tick-Tick. The black Rat reflexively turned to point the rifle at the intruders. At Woofboy.
Oh hell no! Florida leaped at the girl, barehanded, her fingers spread like claws. She grabbed for the rifle to tear it from the girl's hands...
And the girl wasn't there anymore. Florida landed on the bare, dusty floor, kicking up a cloud that blinded and choked her. Somehow the girl had dodged! She spun, trying to find her again. She couldn't let her shoot Woofboy! But when the dust settled, she could see she was alone in the room. And by the sound of it, the building. The room was dirtier than it had been a moment ago. The cage she'd been kept in was pushed against the wall and filled with cardboard boxes. Where was she?
