Chapter 09 – Choose the evil, impose the good

Chapter 09 – Choose the evil, impose the good

Clockwork’s droogs began to play a session of rock-paper-scissor games. They played several rounds until they had determined a definite loser. The minion in question – Pete, a thuggish looking giant as wide as a ship’s mast – grumbled. His comrades laughed, patted him on the shoulder, and left him alone.

Pete let his head down and leaned cross-legged against the wall across the cell. He took out the newest issue of the Hygge Weekly and browsed through it. Occasionally, he lifted his eyes to catch a glimpse of the prisoners. Outside of Ragna’s whimpering, the prisoners didn’t make a noise. From the breast pocket of his jacket, he took the glove that belonged to the girl. He didn’t know why, but Cy had insisted on taking her glove as well. Sometimes he wished, he could see the world like Cy did. Understand the things he did. Outside of Eris, none of them could. Still, Cy had done a number on that Ragna. Didn’t the boss have the rule never to damage any goodies? Unless the customer demanded that, of course. That girl must’ve hit a sore spot.

It wasn’t that Pete didn’t feel sorry for her or anyone else, they had sold. But sympathy was a luxury that cost dearly. In this world, there was no sympathy to spare. They were all animals killing in the name of survival. If the prisoners broke out, they wouldn’t spare a single thought for anything but their escape and lives. No matter how nice he would treat them, the moment they got a chance to grasp at freedom, they would take it. They would kill him and the others and forget all previous sympathy without a second thought. The idea of a prisoner liking him was romantic.

You treated them nicely. She accepted your kindness, and the two of you fall in love. Then you decided to escape and leave behind this life of crime. You would find a steady job – perhaps at a construction site or the harbor. They didn’t look too closely at your criminal records. You would build a little house and have a family – a son and a daughter. It wouldn’t be a grand life, but you could make do. Even if you didn’t become a respected member of society, they would tolerate you. And most importantly, you had each other.

Yeah, that was a dream. Reality wasn’t that kind. Prisoners would never feel sympathy for their jailers. Why should they? They were selling people. Then again, the Clockwork Coterie were aiming for the top. Was that any more realistic? Cy didn’t care. He had never been one to settle for mediocrity. Always had these big visions. Back then, when survival had been their biggest concern, they kept the gang going. But now? Well, perhaps a twist of fate was what they had needed. That Ragna Griffin landed in front of their hideout was like winning in the lottery. If this went well, they could start living a decent life.

Still, this girl had betrayed Veil and tried to assassinate the princess? If this was true, delivering her to the kingdoms wasn’t so bad, was it? Even scum like them respected Princess Aurelia. Assuming she was the culprit and not a scapegoat. No matter how one would look at it, she seemed too weak to be a terrorist.

Pete flipped a page and looked up from his magazine.

The girl was still whimpering on the floor, cowing and pressing against the hand wound. Perhaps it wasn’t the injury that kept her on the ground but the verbal beatdown that had broken her spirit. Disinterested, his eyes shifted back to his magazine. An article explained how the perfect arrangement of a few candles could give the coziness and warmth of a heater.

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“Ragna.”

No answer.

“Ragna,” said Altera. “Dammit, Ragna. Now’s not the time.”

Altera sighed. She closed her eyes, and a shriek chimed. The guard looked up. Seeing nothing noteworthy, he continued to read his magazine again.

“What the…” Ragna jumped from her position. Her eyes gazed on the layer of ice that had eaten into her skin. Like a fire, the cold spread into her flesh and blood. Ragna pressed her teeth. That felt worse than the knife wound.

“I stopped the bleeding,” said Altera in a low voice. “It’s not exactly first aid, but for now, it has to suffice.”

“You could have warned me.”

“I tried to. But since I have your attention…”

The corners of Ragna’s mouth turned upside down, and she averted her eyes, staring at the ground.

“Look…I know what this Clockwork guy said was …” Altera paused. Trying to think of the right words, she hesitated to speak further and started again. “I will be blunt. I’m not going to say something like ‘Don’t listen to him’ or ‘He just wanted to mess with your head’. Because he had a point.”

This was great. Even Altera thought that she was worthless. But why was she surprised? What reason had she given for Altera to assume anything else?

“But that’s not the end of the world.” Altera continued. “Neither am I agreeing with his view nor should we give up.”

Ragna looked up. Altera’s crimson eyes brimmed with certainty and determination.

“There is nothing wrong with naivety. You are just a first-year cadet. That is perfectly normal. Yeah, you’re highly flawed. But so’s everyone. We both are still at the beginning of our careers. Look at me.” Altera closed her eyes and exhaled. “I know I can be too bossy. I…I’m not good with people, so I often don’t know how to interact with them, and I guess…I may come across as stuck up, and I guess…We all are far from perfect. The question is, what are you going to do about it? Are you using it as a crutch, as an excuse to abandon your values? Will you stop right here and there? If yes, then I will end your life this second. You can die naïve and innocent.”

Ragna’s and Eric’s eyes widened, unable to determine if Altera was serious or not. Before they could say another word, Altera spoke further. “Or are you going to improve? If you want to be a hero, then work for it. Overcome your flaws. Face the horrors of this world and become the person you want to be. But for that, you have to survive. You…We have to get out and continue our journey.”

Ragna’s face showed neither smile nor frown. She gulped and nodded.

“Not to disrupt your moment,” said Eric in a muffled voice, and the girls turned towards him. “I think we should discuss how to get out.”

“Do not worry about that.” Altera smiled. Thorn-Stakes shot down from the ceiling. They grew, and within a single movement, pierced through her cuffs, halving them. Before her cellmates could utter a reaction, Altera put her finger on her lips. She massaged her sore wrists, and two seconds later, the stakes had broken through Eric’s cuffs.

“How did you do that?”

“Valkyrie trade secret” she said and winked. “It took me some time, but I think I have recovered enough now.” Altera looked at each of them and continued to speak in a low voice. “We’re screwed if the guard alarms his friends, and he’ll notice for sure if we break the bars.”

“So what should we do? Kill him with your needles before we escape?” Eric asked.

Altera shook her head. “That’s not necessary. I’ve a technique that allows me to break through the bars and knock out the guard at the same time. But it’ll deplete most of my reserves. I need you to be ready because, after this, I will be useless, and if anything goes wrong, you two have to fight. Understood?”

They nodded.

“Good.” Altera stood up and narrowed her eyes. “Please stand back. It might get cold.”

Eric and Ragna did as told and pressed themselves against the walls. Altera summoned a sphere made of ice in midair and rotated it. Every second, a new layer latched itself onto the round form and increased its volume until the ice occupied half the room. And with each layer, the speed of its rotation increased.

By the time it had gained a volume to Altera’s likening, one could mistake it for a horizontal avalanche. Altera stretched her arms out like wings, and the sphere started to move. It crashed through the iron bars, tearing them apart like bowling pins and continued further into the guardsman’s direction.

When he heard the noise and looked up from his magazine, he could only express horror. The sphere slammed into his body and torpedoed him across the corridor. It began to crack, burst asunder and buried the man under chunks of ice.

Sweat was dripping from Altera’s forehead. Her red eyes shone in the light of a fire that desired to burn all obstacles to ashes. Her breath was heavy, and her arms trembled.

“Let’s go,” said Altera and walked out of the hole, bringing them back to reality, as they couldn’t avert their eyes at the sheer volume of her action and the field of ice that kept the man at bay.

“I need to learn that,” said Ragna and picked up her glove from the ground. It’s a stroke of luck that the glove had flew out of the guard’s hand and wasn’t buried alongside him in the ice.

“Just what was that?” Eric asked as they reached the end of the corridor, and the radiance of a light source intensified. “And please don’t tell me, that’s another Valkyrie secret.”

Before Ragna could answer that it was probably another Valkyrie secret, Altera had turned back. She jumped towards them and brought the two down, as the sound of a bullet grazed them.

Ragna looked up. The guardsman had risen from the ice. Breathing and shivering, he held a gun. The impact had flattened his face, and blood and snow ran from his swollen and crooked nose.

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Pete had no idea how that was possible. His eyes didn’t deceive him. Somehow, that Altera girl had known that he would fire his gun, and somehow, she was able to calculate the trajectory of the bullet. And she still managed to dodge in time. First, she somehow broke out of her cuffs, then she controlled ice, and now this? Even taking an overpowered Flyga into account, the number of unrelated abilities was too high.

He pulled the trigger and fired again. It didn’t matter. Now was not the time to overthink the situation.

The bullet flew, but in the middle of its flight, a layer of ice covered the projectile and stopped it. Having lost its momentum, it dropped like a stone.

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“Run,” said Altera. “I’m out of ice.”

Ragna didn’t listen. She pressed her glove. It glowed blue, the countdown popped out, and Ragna charged towards the thug.

Against Clockwork, rage had overcome her, and she hadn’t thought everything through. But this time would be different. She was their golden ticket, and Clockwork had forbidden them to kill her. If they continued to run, the bullets might hit Altera and Eric. With her manipulator, the probability of losing against an untrained thug was low. She should be lucky that Clockwork hadn’t damaged the manipulator.

“Dammit.” The man grumbled and pointed his gun away from her, which took enough time that Ragna came close enough in range to throw a punch. But he blocked her attack with his arm, and Ragna punched against what could have been a concrete wall.

“Huh?”

What had just happened? He should be flying across the room. Ragna punched again. The man furrowed his eye and grabbed her fist with his enormous palm.

Crap.

Could it be that the glove was malfunctioning? No, it was working. She could feel that. It felt more like it had lost most of its force, But how?

Ragna rattled with her fist. She kicked him and screamed, but the thug’s grip didn’t loosen. Instead, the pressure on her bones increased. If she didn’t act quickly, he’s going to crush her hand.

“Aaah.“ The man winced, with each hit, he took. Yet, he didn’t waver. “Gotta say, your kicks and punches have quite the oomph. You ain’t half bad for a girly girl. Coulda win a tournament or two. Though ‘gainst me it’s no good.” His fingers grinded against her bone, and a toothy grin flashed across the man’s face. But don’t worry. Cy wants you livin’. But he’d understand if I say I had to defend myself.”

Letting go of her hand, he pulled Ragna towards him and quickly pressed his thick arm against her throat. Ragna groaned, gasping for air. On her temple, she felt the heated metal of the gun burning a mark on her skin. She gulped as he applied more pressure and rubbed traces of its powder against her skull.

“If you two make anything funny…”

His blood-shot eyes skimmed over the corridor and tried to identify other possible surprises that might escalate the situation.

“W…Wait-” Altera tried to say, but the thug cut her off.

“Yer attack did me good. See how my hand’s shivering? It might go off. You want me to go all Gavin on her? I don’t wanna either, but if yer voice pisses me off any more…”

Altera gnashed.

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Ragna cackled like a child.

“It’s fine,” she said and lowered her eyelids. “There is no escape for me, but maybe that is not so bad. After all, I am the daughter of two Valkyries, a Griffin, and smokin’ hot. Someone with DNA as amazing as mine is more than suitable for the future initiative.”

Her companions were shocked. Pete looked at her, his face displaying a mixture of confusion, suspicion, and horror.

“A beautiful house, a beautiful husband, and beautiful children. I will live in eternal luxury.” Ragna continued. Her face displayed a broken smile, and the luster in her eyes shone brighter than gold. “That is a beautiful life, and I get to serve my fatherland forever and ever. Creating the next generation of warriors, is there a better dream for any woman? I will be responsible for the prosperity and victory of our kingdom.”

“Are you crazy?” Altera shouted.

Ragna shook her head. “What better way is there to restore the honor, I’ve lost? To pay for my sins with body and soul, to give pleasure and life to those that will crush our enemies.”

She looked at him, and with the voice of an innocent child, she spoke. “But can I ask you a favor?”

“A favor?” Pete laughed in disbelief. “You crazy? What ya think this gun’s shootin’? Rainbow and kitties?”

“It’s not that.” Ragna shook her head again and pouted. “You don’t need my friends. My bounty is high enough that you will attain riches you couldn’t even imagine. Compared to that, whatever Wert they would bring is nothing. Only I am vaal-uuua-ble, right?“

“R…right…”

Not letting go of the gun’s trigger, Pete tried to comprehend the situation that was unfolding in front of his eyes. This girl had to be scheming something. Unless she told the truth. 

But why would she, he wondered.

“So, can you let them go, please? I mean, if you deliver me, you don’t need any more money.”

“So, I can shoot ‘em, right?”

Ragna jiggled with her body. “You could do that, buuut, why don’t you let them go? And in exchange…If I’m honest, that wasn’t the real reason. There’s actually something I want to experience before.”

“Huh?”

Ignoring the gun pressed against her temple, Ragna stared him in the eyes.

“Yes. I want to serve my kingdom with everything I have. But I have no say in that matter. So just this one time, I want to choose.”

“Choose?” Pete was confused, but when he saw how Ragna raised her skirt and opened her jacket, he understood.

It wasn’t that Pete would be stupid enough to believe that Ragna thought the future program was good. Perhaps she was the kind of person who would sacrifice her life without a second thought for her friends. Perhaps she was lying to herself to deny the horrors. Or Cy had driven her insane and facing this hopeless situation, the remaining fragments of her mind had broken. Why else would she resort to this gambit? She couldn’t think he was that gullible, or did she see through his bravado? Ragna knew they needed her.

Was it because he wanted to respect her selflessness? Was it because her reasoning made sense? Did he pity the girl because of the horrors that awaited her? Was he fooling himself to find an option that ended with no causalities? To finally end this charade, he had to maintain?

Was it because of the lack of entertainment during the last few weeks? The goods were for the customers only. Cy was strict about that. “Don’t get high on your own supply.” He always said. And he would never allow anyone to touch Eris – not that it had ever crossed his mind. He respected her and Cy too much for that.

Whatever the reason, when he saw the slitted beauty lustering in her eyes, a desire overcame him. Anger and repulsiveness that he could not keep her, that he would have to give her away. A new logic ate into his mind, throwing away all previous rationality. He lowered his gun and let go off his hold. Ragna turned around. Her eyes gazed into him – into his mind, body, and soul.

“They would aaaall waaaste me.” Her voice turned into a singsong, soothing like a wave, like an infant child. “Only youuu get my true vaal-uue. Do you?” And with each word, her red lips gleamed like a string and spoke their new rationality into his brain.

Only he knew her true value. Why should the government keep her? They would waste her. If he let Cyrus have her, he would waste her. Give her away for money, and Veil would misuse her. Was he the only one who knew her true value? Then it was only his right to keep her. He understood her. Not the government. And Cyrus, would he really stop? No. Cyrus would not rest until the world burned. There was no end to his crusade. If he wanted to leave this life behind, he needed Ragna. Wasn’t that romantic?

If he gave Ragna away, what was there for him to live for? How could he continue in this empty and cruel world without her? He needed her to live on. Yes, that was true. He would promise if he lost Ragna, he would end his life. So why should he give her away? Only he knew her value. So, she belonged to him. Ragna was his, and his alone. No one would get her. His treasure, his precious. Only he knew her value. She couldn’t leave him, had no right. He would show her, prove to her that she was his possession.

In the end, he accepted.

What would have happened if they ran away? Would he have hidden her from the world and protected her? That sounded like a good idea. It didn’t matter where, just somewhere, where they could spend eternity. Even a cave would suffice. Would that have been a happy ending? Pete would never find out. The moment their lips had connected, he did not just feel her. There was also metal and something warm and liquid. A strange sensation came from his throat. First pain, then strange grunts and noises – his own perhaps – and then nothing.

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