Descending Road - THEY WRAPPED ME by Dana W. Paxson

THEY WRAPPED ME

1560 4D

Jeddin was not to be seen, and neither was my father.

At the edge of the stage, Kurind motioned to me. “They want to talk to you,” he said. I gulped, and beckoned to Drasstar, and we walked to the back, where a corpo officer in ArCorp colors stepped out to meet us.

I spoke first. “Did you like the show so far?” My mind raced.

“We are looking for Quessnar Viustin and Winjilles Thringe,” the officer said. “You are singing Thringe‘s songs, and you answer to her description. We are arresting you on multiple charges of murder in Gran Dar.” Soldiers surrounded the two of us.

I gestured Drasstar back from me. “I am Winjilles Thringe,” I said.

They wrapped me in steelwire netting and carried me outside like a log. They ignored the others. A van waited with open door, accompanied by two fastcars and another two vans. They tossed me in the open van, slamming the door, as my head struck the seat anchors in the front. The van‘s floor smelled of blood and piss. I closed my eyes. What would happen to Drasstar now? I hoped he wouldn’t come after me, even as I hoped he would. And why had Jeddin left? Except that Jeddin was wanted by the police more than I was, and… but he wanted to protect me, so how…

Shouting outside. Running feet, some shots and beam blasts. Screams, then silence. No sound came for a long time. My skin bled where wire cut through it; the wires burned me, as if some chemical had been put on them for that purpose.

Even with all that, exhausted and weak as I was, I fell asleep.

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	THEY WRAPPED ME 1560 4D Jeddin was not to be seen, and neither was my father. At the edge of the stage, Kurind motioned to me. “They want to talk to you,” he said. I gulped, and beckoned to Drasstar, and we walked to the back, where a corpo officer in ArCorp colors stepped out to meet us. I spoke first. “Did you like the show so far?” My mind raced. “We are looking for Quessnar Viustin and Winjilles Thringe,” the officer said. “You are singing Thringe‘s songs, and you answer to her description. We are arresting you on multiple charges of murder in Gran Dar.” Soldiers surrounded the two of us. I gestured Drasstar back from me. “I am Winjilles Thringe,” I said. They wrapped me in steelwire netting and carried me outside like a log. They ignored the others. A van waited with open door, accompanied by two fastcars and another two vans. They tossed me in the open van, slamming the door, as my head struck the seat anchors in the front. The van‘s floor smelled of blood and piss. I closed my eyes. What would happen to Drasstar now? I hoped he wouldn’t come after me, even as I hoped he would. And why had Jeddin left? Except that Jeddin was wanted by the police more than I was, and… but he wanted to protect me, so how… Shouting outside. Running feet, some shots and beam blasts. Screams, then silence. No sound came for a long time. My skin bled where wire cut through it; the wires burned me, as if some chemical had been put on them for that purpose. Even with all that, exhausted and weak as I was, I fell asleep.