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attackfish) wrote2012-09-08 07:11 am
attackfish) wrote2012-09-08 07:11 am
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300 word drabble: Voice
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avatar_500 prompt #61, Speech.
Summary: The Dai Li ruled with silence. Shangyin has a voice.
Voice
Shangyin struggled uselessly against the Dai Li hustling her down the tunnel. "If you just tell me what we did wrong, I promise, we'll never do it again!" she gasped, panic seeping into her body like water through the cracks in the tunnel ceiling. "I swear, we didn't know..."
Tears ran down her face as they strapped her into the chair and set the lanterns spinning. She screamed to block out the agents' voices.
The gag came down over her mouth to choke away the sound. "Your name is Joo Dee, and you are honored to serve our wonderful city."
~*~
It was so strange tha they all were named Joo Dee just like she was. She didn't remember having ever met another one before coming to work here. Of course, Joo Dee's memories from before were a little hazy. Everything paled in comparison to the honor of serving their wonderful city.
Joo Dee lay down on her mattress in the dormitory and watched the other Joo Dees flit by, wishing she had something to call them each, but it didn't matter. It didn't seem like there was much to distinguish them.
Still, it would have been nice to make friends.
~*~
Eight years later, Shangyin walked the tunnels under Lake Laogai and opened the door to the Joo Dee dormitory, forgotten and ignored in the end of the war. The women who blinked back at her, empty eyed and smiling, saw her stolen Dai Li uniform and her stolen Dai Li posture. "Lian," she read from her list, her long, long, list of women for her to return their names and their voices to, one by one.
One woman's head shook at the name, and Shangyin pointed at her. "Joo Dee, come with me."
The woman, unfed, unwashed, and dehydrated, followed.
Author's Note: The story of how Shangyin reclaims her own name and memories can be found in a longfic titled Xenolith, which will be posted after I have finished it.
avatar_500 prompt #61, Speech.Summary: The Dai Li ruled with silence. Shangyin has a voice.
Voice
Shangyin struggled uselessly against the Dai Li hustling her down the tunnel. "If you just tell me what we did wrong, I promise, we'll never do it again!" she gasped, panic seeping into her body like water through the cracks in the tunnel ceiling. "I swear, we didn't know..."
Tears ran down her face as they strapped her into the chair and set the lanterns spinning. She screamed to block out the agents' voices.
The gag came down over her mouth to choke away the sound. "Your name is Joo Dee, and you are honored to serve our wonderful city."
~*~
It was so strange tha they all were named Joo Dee just like she was. She didn't remember having ever met another one before coming to work here. Of course, Joo Dee's memories from before were a little hazy. Everything paled in comparison to the honor of serving their wonderful city.
Joo Dee lay down on her mattress in the dormitory and watched the other Joo Dees flit by, wishing she had something to call them each, but it didn't matter. It didn't seem like there was much to distinguish them.
Still, it would have been nice to make friends.
~*~
Eight years later, Shangyin walked the tunnels under Lake Laogai and opened the door to the Joo Dee dormitory, forgotten and ignored in the end of the war. The women who blinked back at her, empty eyed and smiling, saw her stolen Dai Li uniform and her stolen Dai Li posture. "Lian," she read from her list, her long, long, list of women for her to return their names and their voices to, one by one.
One woman's head shook at the name, and Shangyin pointed at her. "Joo Dee, come with me."
The woman, unfed, unwashed, and dehydrated, followed.
Author's Note: The story of how Shangyin reclaims her own name and memories can be found in a longfic titled Xenolith, which will be posted after I have finished it.
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I have a drabble somewhere on here in which Hermione talks Ron into letting her put their child and her uterus into him for a week while she goes out of town for a conference, but HP fandom is like that.