Chapter 9
I wake up coughing. There is someone crying close to me. I'm not sure who it is. There is so much smoke everywhere. I hear a siren in the distance and there are people running.
That's when I hear it.
Gunshots.
Something's
happening.
“Gem...Gem are you ok?” Rahmell's voice says.
He is turning to
my right. I can barely see his face through all the smoke. He leans
down and I can see that he's bleeding from his forehead. There is a
gash. There is blood all over him. My heart races.
“What just
happened?”
“Gem look at me. I'm going to need you
to stay completely still.”
“Rahmell what's going
on?”
Rahmell has this worried look on his face. He's
standing over me. I see him point to my leg at that moment and
notice that there is piece of glass jammed clean through my leg. I
start to panick as soon as I see it. My heart races. I think I'm
about to faint.
Rahmell holds my head together keeping me from fainting and keeping me from completely going crazy in this moment.
“I'm
here...I'm here...”
“I can see the
bone.”
“Shh...I'm here, I need to get it out. I
need you to hold completely still ok? Look in my eyes. No matter
what just look in my eyes.”
What beautiful eyes those
were by the way. I stare at Rahmell. He holds my hand with one hand
and thrusts the shard of glass out of my leg. I scream like a little
bitch. I scream at the top of my lungs and even then it doesn't
matter. The convention is echoing with screams, moans, sirens,
crying and gunshots. All hell has broken out.
Rahmell takes off
his shirt. He continues to look at me as he is bareshirt. I have to
admit the sight of his strong lean muscles calms me all the fucking
way down. His tight chest and biceps distract me from the pain in my
wound and seeing him without a shirt on made me want to be just a
little bit more strong and masculine.
Rahmell wraps the
shirt around my leg.
“Keep
pressure on it OK?” he asks, “I'm going to carry
you.”
“Where the fuck are we going Melly?”
“I
don't know...”
Rahmell keeps his word. He lifts me
up and cradles me in my arms as though I weigh nothing at all. I
wrap my arms around his neck and rest my head on his neckline.
From Rahmell's arms I get my first look around the
convention.
The only words that come out are.
“Oh shit.”
I can barely see much but one of the walls seems like a part of the walls seemed like they have partially collapsed. There is rubble everywhere and there are bodies. There are lots and lots of bodies everywhere. The smoke is coming from a collapsed rainbow tunnel. It seems like a fire has begun down in the shaft of the tunnel.
A crowd of people
are attempting to make their way to the fire escape. Rahmell joins
that crowd.
“My mother. She had a bomb sewed into
her and pretended it was her baby. She was probably able to get past
security with that.”
I look at Rahmell.
“Rahmell
I'm...sorry...”
I'm not sure why I'm apologizing to
Rahmell. I'm not sure if it's because I realize that his mother was
the cause of this terrorist attack or if it's because his mother just
died. Either way he doesn't seem to want to come to terms with it.
His relationship with his mother is the only part of him that he's
always kept away from me as best as he could. I wonder if he knew
she was capable of something like this. The serious look on his face
doesn't seem surprised. He just seems sure right now.
We descend staircase following a group of other survivors from the attack. We keep walking and Rahmell is holding me in his arms.
That's when we
hear it.
Gunshots!
“They're
coming!” a voice screams from the stairs.
People are stampeding all of a sudden. They are running back up the stairs away from the gunshots. Three men push past Rahmell pushinng him into the railing and knocking him over. He almost drops me as he attempts to huddle his arms around me to protect me.
The gunshots are getting closer and closer.
Soon we realize there are pistols aimed right in our face.
“Move!”
The
voices are female. They're is a distinct accent that I hear when
they speak. They glare at us.
“My friend is injured...he needs medical help,” Rahmell tells the person.
“Go back to
your rooms or die...”
The woman shoots a gunshot into
the air. The other masked people aim their guns at Rahmell. These
aren't pistols. These are laser assault rifles.
These people are
terrorists.”
“He needs help.”
“Rahmell
let's go...” I tell him.
“You're bleeding out we
have to leave this place,” Rahmell argues.
I see the look
in these womens' eyes. I see the stares. Something is wrong.
Something is definitely wrong here.
“Rahmell...let's
go,” I warn him.
Rahmell reluctantly heads back up the stairs.
We walk all the way up to our floor. It seems like the terrorists have lined up all around the stairwell. They are blocking people from leaving with their assault rifles.
“We need to go back out. Maybe they'll let us leave if they know you're injured,” Rahmell responds.
“No...they
won't...”
He must have missed the smell of death in the
stairway. These women weren't going to keep asking us. They were
going to shoot us. They were going to kill us.
“How do you
know?”
“Rahmell. Those women were
Amazons.”
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We get back to the room. The power is completely out everywhere. Rahmell places me down on the sofa and runs to my room to get me clean bandages. By the time he comes out it also becomes clear that we are not alone.
“Melly...”
I
turn to see Amethyst.
Rahmell is surprised to see her. He is even more surprised when she runs into his arms and hugs him tightly at that moment.
“Melly?” I ask.
This may not be the time to be jealous but why the fuck was she calling Rahmell by the nickname that I gave him.
“I didn't know you called me that,” Rahmell acknowledges almost realizing at that moment that things might be a little awkward and also that she'd taken it upon herself to adopt my nickname for Rahmell.
“Melly I'm so
scared. What's going on out there?”
I roll my eyes.
Amethyst was playing the damsel in distress right now and honestly
it was annoying as fuck. Amethyst wraps her arms so tight around
Rahmell that I think she is damn near fucking suffocating him.
“Terrorists,” he says and damn near pushes her off before telling her, “I need to clean Gem's wound.”
“You're joking,” she said.
“What is so funny about terrorists?” I ask my sister.
“I wasn't talking to you,” Amethyst snaps back and rolls her eyes.
I roll my eyes back. How annoying can this girl really fucking be at this moment. She is pouting like a little puppy when Rahmell leaves her to go get something to treat my wound. She damn near stands in the fucking doorway like a lost child until he comes back and even follows him towards me. She sits on the couch and glares at my wound clearly scared at how deep it is.
“FUCK!” I scream out when Rahmell pours alcohol on my wound.
“Stop being a baby,” Rahmell states.
“Give me a
piece of glass, let me stab it through your leg and put alcohol on it
and see how you react,” I tell Rahmell.
Rahmell smiles at
me, “I'm a G. I'll be fine.”
“Bullshit when
you caught the Flu back in the day you swore up and down you had the
Maneater Outbreak and you cried like a little bitch for 4 days
straight.”
We're laughing at that moment. I don't know
why all of a sudden the two of us are broken into a shared laughter
of levity at the memory of Rahmell mistaking the flu for the
murderous disease.
“I wasn't the
only one crying,” Rahmell responds, “If I remember
correctly.”
I can't stop laughing.
“I
remember. I sat at the side of your bed and prayed for nights that
you wouldn't die. When we found out it was just the flu we both
looked so fucking stupid.”
We're laughing about the
memory the whole time that he dresses my wound and puts a proper
bandage on it.
I almost forget Amethyst is in the room until she speaks.
“I don't mean
to interrupt but----maybe we should call the cops instead of
laughing,” Amethyst responds.
“You go do that,”
Rahmell responds.
Amethyst leaves at the room at that moment.
Rahmell and I exchange glances.
“She's annoying as fuck,” I finally tell him.
“Fuck I know,”
he agrees, “She's your sister.”
“She's your
soon-to-be baby's mother.”
More laughter.
We stop short just
until Amethyst walks back into the room, “My cellphone isn't
working. The hologram phones are all dead. The internet isn't
working. Everything's down.”
“Impossible,”
Rahmell states before digging in his own pocket. He pulls out his
own cellphone and stares at it for a minute before looking at
Amethyst and then at me, “She's right. Everything is out.
It's almost like there is some sort of interference.”
Amethyst sits on her desk at that moment.
“Oh God. Oh
God we need to get out of here.”
“We can't leave,”
I tell her.
“Why the hell
not! We need to get out of here! We NEED to!”
She's
panicking. I sigh at that moment. Rahmell has gone over to her to
comfort her. He is still shirtless and she's probably getting all
her life having strong sexy Rahmell tap her on the back and let her
know that everything is going to be ok.
I can't take this shit.
I head over to the fridge limping. All the food in there is going to go bad. Luckily I am able to pull out a bottle that I'm thinking Rahmell left in the fridge.
“Are you
joking?” Rahmell asks me.
“What? I'm in the middle of a terrorist attack. I think a drink is worth it right now,” I explain to him.
“Get off your feet...”
Rahmell runs over to me abandoning Amethyst. He grabs me off my feed and continues to baby me realizing that I'm putting weight on my sprained ankle. I can't help but to notice Amethyst's watching me. She is clearly keeping my eyes on me.
“You don't
have to run back and forth,” I tell Rahmell, “Amethyst
needs you.”
I don't know if he notices the look in her
face. Amethyst is scared. She's pregnant. She probably needed a
man like Rahmell there to protect her and make her feel safe in a
time like this. Right now all I needed was my bottle of wine. I'd
get over seeing Rahmell hug all up on Amethyst.
Rahmell doesn't go
back to Amethyst. He doesn't even take his eyes off of me.
“You
need me more,” he explains, “When you thought I was dying
back in the day you didn't leave me and I don't plan on leaving you
either.”
He places his hand on my hand softly.
Amethyst's eyes pierce at us.
“I'll go see if I can get a signal somewhere else,” Amethyst states.
She leaves the
living room and goes to the room. For a moment I feel bad for her.
Rahmell could care less that she's left. He isn't even looking at
her.
“You should be
nicer to her,” I say when Amethyst leaves, “She's
carrying a little Melly in her stomach.”
“She'll
be aight...” he responds, “I'm was going to have that
convo with her today...and then this happened.”
“What
convo?”
He sighs, “You know that we should be
friends.”
I shake my head, “Rahmell don't do
that.”
“Wait what?”
“Don't
break up with her when she's pregnant with your kid,” I
respond, “Trust me. I've grown up around females all my life.
That's what makes them resent men. That's why feminists are so
popular in New Florida.”
Rahmell sighs. I'm not sure if
he agrees with me about not talking to her or not. He seems to want
to change the subject instead.
“So you
think these are Amazons doing this, huh? The feminists?” he
asks.
I nod. I
remember the look in the eyes of those masked women on the stairs.
I'd seen women from other places. There was a particular strength
the women in New Florida had. They had this very particular vice
about them especially when they looked at men. It was this deep
routed resentment.
“Yes. Isn't your mother a feminist extremist?” I ask.
“How the fuck are feminists this far north?” Rahmell asks.
The feminists were a group that came around about 10 years ago. They had been a huge issue in the past in New Florida. Back then it was such a big issue that other nations offered aid to help my grandfather take care of them. The radical Feminists called themselves XY. I never forgot when a group of them got their hands on some guns and shot up a hospital to send my father a message so that he could step down. They refused to be governed by a man.
Before we can even think about the answer to that the lights click back on. Amethyst runs back in the room. Rahmell doesn't notice it but I do. Amethyst has been crying. As soon as she runs back into the room seems excited.
“We're
saved.”
I shake my head.
“No we're
not.”
The two of them look at me.
I had a feeling about this.
“What do you
mean? The powers back on.”
“Your phone isn't
though...is it?” I ask.
Amethyst looks at
her phone. She grunts when she stares at it, “No. How did you
know that Gem?”
“There were two many strange
things happening since I came to the convention,” I state, “A
terrorist attack is one thing. The Feminist Extremists that I knew
wouldn't have just blown up the convention, they would have killed us
all. They didn't. They spared us. It's almost like they have
evolved.”
Rahmell hesitates, “New
leadership?”
“Exactly.”
“What
are you two always talking about?” Amethyst asks lost at that
moment, “We need to get out of here.”
“There's
no where to go. The power was turned on purposely. Turn on the
hologram television,” I state.
Amethyst walks over to the television. She turns it on. The noise fills the room and the words PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT flashes over and over and over.
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT.
Amethyst shocks as an image pulls up on the screen at that moment.
“Oh my god.
Grandmother.”
I'm not surprised as I look on the
hologram. Amethyst walks right over to the hologram. She touches
it. Of course Grandmother can't see her. Grandmother is sending
this to multiple people over a wide network. This isn't just the
hotel. This is everywhere.
“My name is Matina Zoe, I am the first lady of New Florida,” my grandmother explains at that moment, “As you are seeing this message the nation of New Florida has taken hostages at the Geneva Convention. The hostages include the president of the District of Columbia. We also have ambassadors from nearly every single nation of the old United States here. This is not a prank. This is not a hoax. A list of demands will be sent over at at 12 pm if our demands are not met more and more hostages will be killed.”
With that Ma Zoe's message ends and the lights in the convention click off all of a sudden.
Amethyst drops to her knees.
Telling Amethyst I told you so wouldn't do it justice. I should have stopped this. I should have seen this coming from a mile away.
Ma Zoe had radicalized.
“He'll come back, stop pacing,” I tell Amethyst.
Rahmell has gone to look around and check out the convention to see if he could find a way for us to get out of here. My Grandmother wasn't here. We were in danger. These extremists that she sent to the District seemed like they meant business and honestly I was scared my heart was in my chest.
“I have the right to be afraid,” she explains.
He's been gone for 3 hours. Truth is I am a little afraid too. I probably would be joining her in her pacing if my leg wasn't fucked up. However I promised Rahmell that I'd try to keep Amethyst calm if only for the baby's sake.
“You don't
need to stress,” I explain, “Rahmell is the smartest guy
I know. He won't get caught in those hallways.”
“You
would know huh?” she states.
Strange.
I knew it was a bad idea for Rahmell to leave me alone with Amethyst but I didn't have much of a choice. I couldn't walk and Amethyst was too scared to leave the suite that we were in. We were just sitting in the dark and the awkwardness between my sister and I got worse every minute. Soon I didn't know how to react to her.
“I would know. He's my best friend.”
She smiles at that
moment, “I know some things too about him. I know how big his
dick is. I know how it feels when it enters me. I know how his nut
feels entering filling me up as he faints over me gasping for air and
telling me how much he loves me.”
I want to call
bullshit on the love part but I think my face says it all.
“What---you
want some type of award because he fucked you?”
“I'd
like acknowledgment,” Amethyst states, “I want you to
acknowledge that I'm his girlfriend. I want you to stop trying to
steal his attention from me.”
“I can steal
something he gives freely,” I argue.
“And for
his attention what the fuck could you give him.”
“Plenty,”
I respond, “Girl he barely likes you. If he did he wouldn't
want to spend all his time with me. Sister. Let's be clear. He
wants PLENTY from me.”
Amethyst laughs at that moment,
“Plenty like what? I have his baby in my stomach. What do the
people in the District say? Procreation is everything.”
She's
laughing. Amethyst has a broad smile on her face in that moment.
Just at that moment the door opens. I watch as Rahmell runs inside.
He isn't alone. He has Karington and Quincy with him. Something's
wrong.
Quincy has someone in his hand.
Shaddius.
“Oh fuck. Shaddius,” I state.
I watch at that
moment as Shaddius is in Quincy's arms. Shaddius is bruised up
pretty bad at that moment. Not just one of his legs are fucked up
but both of his legs are fucked up. His right eye is completely
closed. Shaddius has this look that just seems like he was closer to
the blast than anyone else. Karington is in pretty bad shape too.
He looks like he's lost a finger or two and has wrapped it up. His
eye are blood shot red and he struggles to get to the couch with the
help of Rahmell.
“Oh my god,”
I state, “Are you guys OK?”
Shaddius shakes his
head, “Man they are fucking going crazy out there.”
“Rahmell
I need to talk to you,” Amethyst states.
I know what it's about. She's in her feelings over the argument we just had. Amethyst isn't the type to just let things go. No. She wasn't going to let things go even if there were injured people in the room who needed medical help. She is completely useless. It takes me having to hop across the room with one leg to get the kid to break it back and start treating Shaddius.
“Not now,” Rahmell tells her, “Gem you need help with that?”
I'm glad he's blowing her off. I guess I definitely regret feeling bad about it in the first place. I almost want to laugh when he blows her off again.
“I got it Melly,” I tell him.
I look down at Shaddius. I'm pressing a heat pad to his legs. The skin has burned off on his legs. The top layer is red to the point that I can start seeing white puss come out from underneath. Shaddius squirms as I press the heat on there.
“You know if
you wanted to hear me scream you could have gotten me drunk first,”
Shaddius tells me, “At least ask me on a date.”
I
smile at the thought of it, “Would you have said
yes?”
Shaddius laughs, “Are you serious? Hell
yeah I would have said yes. That's all I wanted. If I would have
stayed with you like I wanted earlier I wouldn't be in this
situation.”
Melly and the others are looking at
Shaddius. It's hard to look at him. He looks like he's in real
pain.
“He needs a doctor---like now,” Rahmell tells me, “He won't make it.”
Shaddius
shakes his head at that moment, “Doctor? Why the hell would I
need a doctor when I have an angel right here with me.”
“Stop
talking Shaddius,” I tell him, “Take off your
shirt...”
Shaddius
takes off his shirt. I want to see if he has any wounds. That's
when I see it. It smells like rotted flesh. A part of his abdomen
is gone. My heart is beating. All of a sudden I feel sick to my
stomach. I'm not the only one. Amethyst goes to trashcan and starts
hurling at the sight of it.
“It's bad...isn't it?” Shaddius asks hesitatantly.
I look at the wound. I can see parts of his intestines through his flesh. His blood is completely soaked. Everything is wet. Everything is red. My heart is beating. I can't do take this. I can't fucking take this.
I am about to break down looking at Shaddius. I don't know how to answer his question.
That
is when I feel Rahmell put his hand on my shoulder.
He
grabs me off the floor, “Can I talk to you for a
minute?”
Rahmell grabs me. He pulls me into the
bathroom. He shuts the door behind us. I don't know why we are in
here.
“What
is going on? I need to be helping Shaddius,” I tell him.
Rahmell
looks at me hard, “He's not going to make it.”
My
world stops at that moment. It is literally like time stops. I get
lost in Rahmells eyes and the words linger on in the tight bathroom.
I watch his lips stay in the same position that they were when he
mutters the words “it”. I stand there for a minute and
struggle to maintain my composure but I am losing my balance.
I
fall over, “Fuck.”
Rahmell catches me, “You're
still bleeding. You need a doctor.”
I shake my head,
“I'm fine. Shaddius. Shaddius is the one who needs a
doctor.”
Rahmell
shakes his head, “Gem...look at me.”
“I
don't have time for this. We have to see if we can stop the
bleeding. We have to see if we can try to find a way to get him out
of here. Maybe there is a way out back.”
“Amazon
terrorists are everywhere. EVERYWHERE. They have taken over the
whole lower floor. I don't know how your grandmother was able to
control the terminals like this and sneak so many terrorists in but
she did it.”
“The hacker.”
“What?”
“We
traded a hacker from Columbia. That's why she wanted a hacker so
bad,” I explain.
My
grandmother was planning this from the very start. She wanted me to
come here and get her a hacker. I did. I traded with Shaddius.
Shaddius trusted me to get my grandmother a hacker and because of my
grandmother this had happened to him. Because Shaddius trusted me
this had happened to him.
“Listen
there is no escaping this place,” Rahmell explained, “There
is no getting past the terrorists. We are hostages here.”
“I
can talk to my grandmother.”
“You think your
grandmother gives a fuck about you?” Rahmell asks me, “She
sent you here. She didn't tell you her plan knowing damn well she
was going to blow this place up. You were collateral damage to her.
The Stingers are still in jail. She abandoned them. She doesn't
give a damn. She's just like my mother. I've seen it. I've seen
those eyes that she had in that hologram before. Your grandmother
has radicalized.”
“Then we can treat Shaddius
here. At least for now.”
“Listen
to me.”
“NO RAHMELL!”
Tears are in my
eyes. There are tears that keep falling down.
“Listen to me Gem. Please listen to me. He's not going to make it. It's a miracle he is even alive right now. His insides aren't even in his body anymore. He has internal bleeding. He has has extreme trauma to the head. He has a matter of minutes...if he's lucky,” Rahmell explains.
I'm
crying like a little fucking baby at this point. Shaddius might not
have been this perfect guy for me but he was someone who was willing
to try. He was someone who was willing to be there for me. Shaddius
was someone who was willing to love me.
And
a part of me wondered if sooner or later I'd be able to love Shaddius
back.
“Get
off me. I'll fix him. You don't know what the fuck you're talking
about.”
“Listen to me Gem. Gem. Stop pulling
away. Listen to me Gem!”
“FUCK YOU
MELLY!”
Rahmell holds me. He grapples his arms around
me. He holds me super tight at that moment, “Listen to me
baby.”
Baby?
Rahmell had just called me baby.
For
some reason it calms me down. It stops me from hesitating. I pull
away and look at him not sure if he realized what he just said.
“Yes?”
“I
know how much this hurts. But I don't want you to regret the things
you didn't do and the things you didn't say. You have to say goodbye.
You have to tell Shaddius goodbye.”
Rahmell looks at
me.
My
swallow.
Rahmell is being strong with me right now but also
being gentle at the same time. It's hard to explain how the two
things work together when it comes to Rahmell. I know he is telling
me exactly what I need to here but he is holding me in a way that I
feel like I'm not alone when he says it.
When the two of us walk back into the living room it is clear that the others have realized what is happening to Shaddius.
Amethyst
is still throwing up.
Karington
is squirming in pain so much that all he does is look at Shaddius and
make this odd panting noise like a sad dog.
Quincy is tearing up though. He's well enough to have a reaction to what is going on and Quincy is completely losing it. He is on the floor and he's crying his eyes out.
I take my step forward to Shaddius.
“Why
so emotional?” I hear Shaddius ask me, “Just like an
Amazon woman.”
“Shaddius...”
Shaddius
stops me, “You're beautiful you know that.”
“I'm
sorry this happened to you,” I explain to Shaddius, “I
know we had a plan. If only I had believed you
earlier. If only I had trusted you earlier and not turned my back on
you.”
Shaddius laughs. He laughs so much that he starts
coughing.
He's coughing blood.
Quincy breaks down into pure wailing when he sees Shaddius cough out blood. He's holding onto his hand.
“You
guys need to stop crying. You need to stop feeling sorry for me,”
Shaddius explains, “Listen I don't have any grudges or any
regrets. I'm an ambassador. I came to represent my country and I
like to think I did that in the best way. I made a deal with a sexy
ass guy and I'm just upset that I couldn't carry out my end of the
bargain.”
“I had no idea my grandmother was so
extreme. I should have removed her a long time ago,” I
explain.
“I'm
pretty sure every leader in the world is thinking the same thing,”
he states choking on his blood and pausing, “You don't regret a
thing ok. I don't. Rahmell you better take care of things around
here.”
Rahmell looks up, “I will.”
“I'm
not just talking about the cutie either. Quincy will need you.
Karington too.”
I
look at Shaddius's friends. Karington is watching silently. Quincy
is balling.
Rahmell
nods, “I'll take care of them. I'll get them out of this
convention. I promise.”
Rahmell puts a hand on my
shoulder.
Shaddius
turns to me, “Gem. I have to tell you something though. I
have to tell you something Gem. You know what's
funny?”
“What?”
“When
I met you---I---”
Nothing.
“Shaddius?”
Shaddius
doesn't respond. He just stares at me.
He
has a smile on his face as though he's about to break out into
laughter. It's the most peaceful look I've ever seen on Shaddius.
For the first time he isn't being rude and defensive. Right now
Shaddius is at peace. He was an ambassador who came to represent his
country. He had made some great deals. He'd served his country.
He's dead with his eyes open and a smile across his face. I know at that moment that I'll never figure out what he was going to say.
I'd
never figure out what was so funny.
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