Zelav was sitting in the train and relaxed for a while. Something she hasn't done for days. Then it went silent around Valez.
3 months later Zelav just came out of the shower of an hotelroom in the small town of Tinachia. Just with a tower around her body and one on her hair she walked into the room and sat on the bed to apply some creme on her body. Taking the pot and switching on the T.V. The news started. A war in Chibekistan and an economic explosion in a country she probably never will see - far away. The next one was video about a hostage taking of high ranked people in the society. An armed mob has assaulted a Party and now they wanted to pronounce their claims. Zelav was not really listening as she was busy with her own body but a sudden scream and a familar voice mixed with something she could not quite identify made her take a look at the screen. The cream landed on the bed and slowly rolled to the edge until it fell. Zelav was solidified as she saw the twisting black boot which now lifted the sole while the heel still stood on the ground. She could just get a short glimpse of what it revealed before the Screen went black with a beep. Two seconds later it showed the newsspeaker completly in shock. "S-Sorry for this... Oh my god. That is just..." He was speechless for seconds and was visibly fighting to calm down a little. Then he tried again. "If you see this - please Zelav. Go to the local authorities or she will kill more - in similar ways." Then he got up and left. Zelav could not believe what she had heard and saw. She was still staring at her picture which had been faded in.
What had happened to Valez? She was not naked anymore and it seems that she had ganged people around her. It was obviouse that she wanted to kill her since she had dodged deliberate stomps more than once and had luck to still be alive but she had never killed a zivilian on purpose. Zelav was sure that the red mess beneath her boot was one of the hostages. She had to act.
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