Meme for Maya

[Monty Green]

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Maya Vie

[Maya Vie]

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45. My muse commits murder to save yours.

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i am feeling so small

i'm still learning to love

Maya couldn't breath, she couldn't move. All she could do was stand there, staring in horror, gasping from breath as she started to hyperventilate, with tears threatening to fall from her eyes. The gun in her hands felt like it weighed a tonne, like it was about to become to heavy to carry, but she kept it trained on the persons in front of here. Monty, her friends, someone that had always been kind, had been captured by one of the guards. He was being taken way to be experimented on, t have his bone marrow extracted.

She couldn't let that happen... but was she ready to someone she knew, someone she had known for years, one of her own people, to save him? "Please stop." She said softly, her voice trembling just like her hands. In fact, every part of her was shaking right now. She was terrified, fr herself, for Monty, for Bellamy, for all of the forty-seven. She wasn't the fighter. She wasn't the revolutionary. She wasn't a killer. But she had to do something, she couldn't let him die. What her people were doing was wrong.

"Just... just let him go, please!" She was begging now, shamelessly, the shake in her arms stronger, threatening to be her undoing. Jackson, that was the name of the guard hauling Monty to the restricted level... where horror awaited. She knew him well; he had a family, a mother, a brother, a wife, a child. He was a good man. But he wasn't listening. He wasn't taking the threat seriously. "Jackson, please!" Maya demanded this time, her voice louder, threatening to draw the attention of other guards. This couldn't do on or they'd all be caught, and then this would have been for nothing.

"Stop!" She squeezed the trigger, the kickback of the weapon threatening to knock her from her feet. In that moment the world cam crashing down around her. Jackson hit the ground, his life ended, and Monty was saved. But at what cost? Maya broke down, her hyperventilating picking up a notch until she could hardly breath, the tears cascading down her cheeks. She was a murderer. She'd made his wife a widow, his children fatherless. "Oh god," she whimpered. "Oh god, oh god, I killed him. Oh god."

Tag: Monty Green