Amanda Young (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
creatingalegacy) wrote2012-02-26 10:08 pm
creatingalegacy) wrote2012-02-26 10:08 pm
} 056 - AUDIO, THEN VIDEO - all public - Amanda finds Lua dead
[On the third day of port, Amanda tracked her inmate down. She had expected it would be difficult to drag Lua back to the Barge--the woman didn't remember her--but not impossible. She hadn't known that Lua had gone Repo during her fall overboard.
When Amanda draws her gun, she accidentally snags her little wrist-communicator on her belt, and the audio turns on. She calls out cautiously.]
[AUDIO]
Lua...?
Great. As if this place isn't bad enough, you're hanging around a fuckin' cemetery. Lua, it's me. I know you're here--
[She had expected it to be hard. She hadn't expected Lua to have died before she could make it there, and her breath catches in her throat.]
Oh god. No, no--
[She's running now; it's audible. She caught sight of a clump of Lua's hair peeking out from behind a headstone, and sure enough...it's her inmate, neck broken. A thud can be heard as Amanda falls to her knees. Another thud comes as she drops her gun on the ground beside her.]
Come on...
[None of this can be heard, but...
She feels for her pulse; there isn't one. She tries to pull her to a sitting postion, to figure out what she hell happened, and her head flops around at a sickening angle.]
Oh, god...I'm sorry. I'm so fuckin' sorry, Lua. This is my fault. If I had been faster...!
[She starts to cry, and that can be heard.]
All my fault.
[This continues or a few minutes, the crying and apologies, before Amanda struggles to collect herself. She still isn't aware her communicator is on, so when she turns on video, she thinks that's the first broadcast she's made.]
[VIDEO]
[The footage transmitted is of Lua, lying dead. Her head is on Amanda's lap, and Amanda is affectionately untangling Lua's hair with her free hand. Lua's eyes are closed, and her hands have been folded across her abdomen.]
This is Lua Klein. She's my inmate. My friend.
[Amanda's voice is steadier, but cold. Dangerous. Her former bragging tone is gone.]
I don't know who did this to her, but I'm going to find out. Then I'll find you, and I'll kill you. Then I'll cut my way through as many of you Repo fucks as I can.
[Amanda aims the camera at herself. She's taken off her mask, and her face looks like hell, but she wants whoever killed Lua to know exactly who she is.]
Remember my face, because it's the last thing you'll fuckin' see.
When Amanda draws her gun, she accidentally snags her little wrist-communicator on her belt, and the audio turns on. She calls out cautiously.]
[AUDIO]
Lua...?
Great. As if this place isn't bad enough, you're hanging around a fuckin' cemetery. Lua, it's me. I know you're here--
[She had expected it to be hard. She hadn't expected Lua to have died before she could make it there, and her breath catches in her throat.]
Oh god. No, no--
[She's running now; it's audible. She caught sight of a clump of Lua's hair peeking out from behind a headstone, and sure enough...it's her inmate, neck broken. A thud can be heard as Amanda falls to her knees. Another thud comes as she drops her gun on the ground beside her.]
Come on...
[None of this can be heard, but...
She feels for her pulse; there isn't one. She tries to pull her to a sitting postion, to figure out what she hell happened, and her head flops around at a sickening angle.]
Oh, god...I'm sorry. I'm so fuckin' sorry, Lua. This is my fault. If I had been faster...!
[She starts to cry, and that can be heard.]
All my fault.
[This continues or a few minutes, the crying and apologies, before Amanda struggles to collect herself. She still isn't aware her communicator is on, so when she turns on video, she thinks that's the first broadcast she's made.]
[VIDEO]
[The footage transmitted is of Lua, lying dead. Her head is on Amanda's lap, and Amanda is affectionately untangling Lua's hair with her free hand. Lua's eyes are closed, and her hands have been folded across her abdomen.]
This is Lua Klein. She's my inmate. My friend.
[Amanda's voice is steadier, but cold. Dangerous. Her former bragging tone is gone.]
I don't know who did this to her, but I'm going to find out. Then I'll find you, and I'll kill you. Then I'll cut my way through as many of you Repo fucks as I can.
[Amanda aims the camera at herself. She's taken off her mask, and her face looks like hell, but she wants whoever killed Lua to know exactly who she is.]
Remember my face, because it's the last thing you'll fuckin' see.
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[She's getting now that Lua was into Repo, but that comment makes her blood boil.]
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God, I shouldn't even admit to that, I'm so embarrassed right now.
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[The camera goes all over the place as she picks up her handgun. She cocks it for Regina to hear.]
She wouldn't have died if this world wasn't such a shithole!
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Lua never belonged here. This isn't her world and she wasn't herself. She was just a fucking pawn in this legalized-murder ring!
[She gives a shuddering exhale.]
It's the same for you, but that isn't my goddamn problem.
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I won't use my gun on you, bitch. I'll use my multi-tool and make it slow.
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If you'll excuse me, I have to go mourn my partner now. [By this, she means finding an all-black outfit. ...That's slightly less slutty.]
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