There are alarms ringing int the middle of the city. Four friends gather at the back of a school. There are soldiers everywhere knocking on doors, looking for a chance to shoot. Pete has been given a hand-shake that has left him trembling, he was given a Nazi badge and told to join.
"This thing is raking against my nerves;" tells Pete as he throws the badge away.
Regina shivers as the sign, and then she gives a tired sigh.
"How long do we have to stay out here?" she asks.
Pete shrugs.
"A night, two nights, a week - who knows; but until the marching stops;" he answers.
"Let it stop now!" gasps Kym before a rustle up above alarms her.
Pete places a hand on her shoulder.
"There, there, just the wind;" he tells.
Kym sighs and then she tries her best to relax.
"I want it to go away;" she mutters.
"Oh go away!" screams Dionne.
Pete smacks Dionne in the back of the head.
"Quiet!" he orders in sharp whisper.
Kym hears another sound and she screams. Pete grabs her face and holds it, his hand firmly clasped over Kyms mouth. Kym holds her breath as tears lick over her eyes, and then she sees it, a wandering dog sniffing around.
Regina laughs as she sees the dog, and then she approaches it. The dog is hungry, and Regina gives it one of her crackers she has pocketed before she leads it back to the group. The dog follows, happy to have found a friend.
Pete sighs as Dionne hysterically laughs.
"It was a dog!" she exclaims. "A dog!"
Kym tries to wriggle away from Pete who has her head rested against his shoulder. Pete holds her, not wanting to let her go lest she make another sound. Then it comes - a siren closer then others; Pete's hand begins to sweat.
"Maybe we should go;" mutters Regina nervously. "It's getting closer;"
"A dog!" yells Dionne.
Whistles are heard and Pete kicks at Dionne to make her hush. Dionne sucks in her breath and then she stands up to scream.
"I'm sick of you! I'm running away! I hope you get wasted!" she yells at the top of her lungs before she races away into the dark where whistles are ringing from the mouths of officers who seek for their blood.
Regina holds the dog who wishes to follow Dionne and Pete holds Kym as fear races down his spine.
"Are we going to follow Dionne?" he asks more to the wind then anyone.
"No!" scoffs Regina as she pets the dog. "Let her get caught, see if I care;" she mutters.
"Maybe we should find her?" asks Pete as he waits for a gun to fire.
"No, she'll just wig out;" tells Regina as she narrows her eyes. "She's been on the high string since yesterday when someone robbed her house;"
"They left her mothers head behind;" tells Pete as he feels his blood curl over the story of Dionne hiding in a cupboard as the miltary charged her apartment and took her mothers body without the head.
"I don't even know if that is true!" gasps Regina as she pet's the dogs head.
"Well if it is it makes me sick to the stomach!" tells Pete as Kym peels his fingers off her face.
"I need air!" gasps Kym.
Pete lets her go and she jumps up before a bullet races past her cheek like the wind.
"A bullet!" gasps Kym before she turns and runs.
Pete and Regina stand and yell at her, but Kym has vanished. The dog barks, and Regina bends down to give it a pet.
"What's the matter boy?" asks Regina as she strokes the dogs fur.
"Let's just sneak out of the city!" gasps Pete. "I've had it with this place - the waiting, the hiding;"
Regina shakes her shoulders and then she sucks in her breath.
"Can we bring the dog?" she asks.
"Sure!" tells Pete as he looks at the dog which looks like it hasn't eaten for days. "Let him be our pet!" he adds.
"Okay!" smiles Regina. "But how do we get out?" she asks.
"We head for the gates;" tells Pete as he narrows his eyes. "On the other side of the city;"
"Okay;" tells Regina as she smiles. "Let's go!" she adds.
"Okay;" tells Pete. "You and me!"
"But what about the others?" asks Regina.
"We'll bring them along if we bump into them, but as far as I am concerned they have already run away!" tells Pete.
"Then let's go!" tells Regina.
"Let's go;" affirms Pete.
Dionne sneaks past curb after curb. She tries to find a way out each one by following another sightless lane. She makes some head-way before she finds a dead-end. She crawls back, and she becomes lit by a torch which shines in her face.
"What is it?" asks Dionne.
"Time near eight - why not at home?" asks a militant wearing black.
"I was visiting friends;" tells Dionne.
"Then you visit home!" tells the militant.
"Okay, I'll go home now!" smiles Dionne before she turns and walks away.
The militant lets her walk, and she walks far knowing she is moving opposite her home and towards the gates where she can make her escape.
Kym sweats as she reaches a store which has just been torched. The militants are close, but she still doesn't know where they are. Kym trembles as she hears a pop, and then she shrieks as a flame burst out from the flaming store scolding the wall in front of her.
Kym moves to run across the scalded wall, but two hands stop her and she is dragged away into an alley where she is given one firm slap. Kym shrieks, and then she sobs as she is lit by a torch. This is not the first time she has been given the eye, but the first time she has been stopped from doing anything like walk.
"You don't walk in front of a gas flame!" scolds the militant who glares at Kym with sharp stare. "The store is just about to explode;" he adds, before a large boom is heard and the smell of smoke fumes over them.
Kym shivers, and then she nods believing the militant. The militant looks at Kym, and then he touches her cheek and is surprised it should feel so cold when he has followed her for blocks.
"I guess you might have saved me then;" mutters Kym distracted by the fingers one her face.
The militant takes his fingers away. He nods.
"Thankyou;" smils Kym before her hesitation covers her smile and makes it drop.
"No problem;" tells the militant as he turns off the torch.
Kym wonders if she should run away, but she doesn't. She stands there staring at the black spot where the breathing is coming from. The militant moves closer and closer, like a worm crawling through the earth. Kym hears people running down the street, and then she hears their voices yelling to stop the fire before another explosiong brings out the screams and other pained tones. Kym knows some of the people out near the store have been hurt, but the sounds drown away as the sound of breathing filled her right ear.
Kym wishes the breathing would go away, but it does not. She feels her body tingle as the militant moves his hand over her neck, and then she lets out a small yelp as he squeezes her neck. The second is fast, and her breath inhales sharp, then he lets her neck go and Kym thinks that she feels a pain in her heart like it has been broken a tad.
"I think you hurt my heart;" tells Kym as she rubs her chest.
The militant draws in a breath, and then he rolls his eyes. Two seconds of contemplation turn into access of approval, and then he takes out a gun and holds it against Kym's face so that she can feel it.
Kym wants to shriek and she closes her eyes expecting a shot to kill her. However with tears running down her face the militant rubs his cheek against hers.
"Let's hurt both our hearts;" he mutters as he pushes his body against hers.
Kym feels caught against militant and wall - both feel stiff and tall, but of course one is human and the other brick. A hand scrapes her thigh, then dives under the hem of her dress, and Kym feels herself being fondled indecently. Kym trembles like a person who has just been hit by a bullet, and she pleads that she have the strength to stand tall as she feels herself grow weak.
Regina and Pete walk fast past every corner. Meeting stranger, ignoring them, moving on like a married couple heading for a hotel room. The dog follows them like an obedient servant, and it makes less then a bark even when there is a siren blaring on a lamp-stand. There is suspense on the air, and it follows the group like a shadow. They walk away from it, feeling like they are never going to be caught.
They meet the city gates within the hour. It is partially open, waiting for the group of cars which are to yet arrive. Pete slides through the gap, then Regina, then the dog. The three of them escape, and then they leave as though they have been given permission to leave the city.
Dionne spies the gate and she smiles. She has outrun her own shadow and she feels good to leave. So she rushes through the gates, and then she heads down the road that leads out of the city. She can't believe her luck - it's early morning, and no cars in sight. Dionne moves fast down the road, not caring about anything but her freedom from the trap that she has left behind.
Kym counts the seconds, they turn into hours. She has been clinging onto the militant for so long, she can't help be tired. His breath has turned stale, his loins have cool, and still he continues to fill her like he is starved and on the ravage. Kym wonders where her friends have gone, she wonders if they have made it through the gate?
"I'm stuck here..." mutters Kym as she lets a tear slide over her face.
The militant stiffens, and then he gives a sigh. It is early morning and it feels like the sun might shine any minute. There is a blur of lightness in the atmosphere, and it makes him want to go to bed.
"Well that's it..." he mutters as he rests his chin on her head.
Kym nods, and then she gasps as the militant steps away from her. He turns away to put himself together as she holds onto the edge of a garbage bin. Kym trembles, and then she walks a few steps to try out her legs. They are shaking but still with some strength, and she wonders if she should try to get through the gate while the world is quiet? With a furrowed brow she moves to walk, but one stone gets in her way and her knees are just about collapsing to get over it.
Kym holds onto the street sign as she thinks that she would rather go home. So she moves, shuffling on legs that are stiff and sore. She is followed by the militant who steps behind her several metres away. He stalks her, noticing the stares from early morning workers who can see that Kym is a little disorientated. Some peole wish to approach her, but one look at the militant and they move on. It is like a mouse seeing cat scene for blocks, and then Kym reaches her home and it is like a cat spying a mouse reach its hole.
Kym unlocks her door and she moves inside. Everything but the windows have been broken, and there is glass everywhere. Kym closes the door and she moves to her bedroom where she collapses on her bed. Kym smiles as she rests - she is home, she has made it!
The militant looks at Kym on her bed, and he raises brows to the wall. It has been splattered with blood, and he knows that evil has come and gone.
The militant moves to Kym and he touches her face. She is already asleep, exhausted from her long night and hiding behind a closed curtain. He shakes her shoulder - she still does not wake; so the militant takes off his jacket and lays on the bed with her. He holds her for a second, then a minute, then an hour, enjoying her body so close. He rubs his face against her, and Kym wakes up with a start. Her eyes search for questions, and then she hears it the sound of breathing.
"Excuse me, I am not done;" mutters the militant as he hold her down when she tries to sit up.
One slap and Kym realizes she is not alone, and she offers a weak scream before she is held down to be raped throughout the morning.
Regina, Pete, and the dog reach the boating area. They group their passports and head towards the ticket booth. They order their tickets, and then they move onto a boat with their dog held inside of their arms.
Dionne reaches the docks as the boat moves away. She orders a ticket, but the ticket person shakes his head. Dionne lets out a whine, before she is forced to sit on the bench waiting hours for another boat. Her nerves are tense, she has no idea if she will make it through the hours without being noticed, but she waits to see.
Kym rolls off the bed and onto the floor. She crawls for a few metres, before she stands to walk to the shower where there is a mirror.
Her face is swollen from crying, and there is a dark black bruise on her cheek. Kym whines and trembles as she looks at her face. The militant watches behind her as she frets, and he laughs.
"I have a job;" he tells her. "Prostitute;" he adds before he leaves a few coins worth triple that of an average dollar. "I'll be back with friends;" he adds. "Don't leave, or I'll look for you;" he warns with a crooked finger before he leaves.
Kym fingers the dollars in shaking hands. She doesn't know if she is going to survive, but the dollars bring her some hope.
"Maybe I can buy a plane ticket if I get enough dollars;" she mutters before she turns weak.
Her whole body is sore, and she drops the money onto the floor before stumbling to her bed where she faints.
Dionne shivers as a militant asks for a ticket at the booth as another boat docks. She doesn't want to show she is interested in buying a ticket, but she does as the call in made to dock the boat.
Dionne crawls up the ramp, and then she sits on chair. All is calm before she is approached by the militant.
"Passport;" he mutters with a crooked smile.
Dionne shows him the passport, and his smile drops.
"You are not military;" he complains with a frown.
Dionne feels herself sweat, but relief floods her as the boat moves to depart. No-one is getting off or on, and she is tasting freedom. The militant grabs her arm as he sucks in a breath. Dionne leans away as she stares unknowing how she is able to hold in her next scream.
"You stay with me!" tells the militant sharply. "You stay with me, side-by-side, and we travel together!" he gasps in a deep tone that hits her brain and makes it fear. "You should not have gotten this far;" he complains. "Never, never; you should not!" he gasps before he sits and takes off his hat.
The militant orders drinks and food, and Dionne eats her share quietly as the militant tells her how naughty she is before moving on to lecture her about the ways of the world. Dionne feels the wind and her spirits soar - she has gotten away, and all she has to do is sit and she knows she will be taken care of.
Kym hears knocking on the door. She ignores it; but it rings like thunder, so she opens it. Outside there are a good twenty people, all waiting to see her. Kym shivers as she smiles, and she is pushed back as the militants walk in.
The group bring drinks and cigarettes, and then they look to her. She looks weak, but their eyes like her looks enough and so a gambling table is set and the militants play some games as Kym is taken to the bedroom where she is told what to do.
It takes hours for the group to go, and in those hours Kym is given many dollars for rapes that leave her broken and bruised. She showers twenty times and each time she is taken out to be dragged to her bed and laid by the next cluster of hungry militants.
Kym can't walk, she is not sure she can breathe, drugs have made her tired, and drink have made her moody. It takes all of her strength to wave goodbye to the last visiting militant, and then she is told to rest until the next night where she is expected to answer the door.
Kym falls asleep before she falls apart, and it takes hours for her to wake. When she does there are visitors, and they have come to give her a rape to scar a while after having had broken off her door and moved it to the gutters outside.
Kym sucks in her breath as she is grabbed, and then the whole circus starts again and she is told not to ever leave.
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