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Queen Spade, or Queenie by anyone other than BLI papers, never thought herself to be a lucky person. Though she was lucky to be born in the zones, never facing the tyranny of better living, her luck in the desert wasn't sturdy. For example, today her crew was separated by a rogue band of draculoids that took them all by surprise. Most of them were ghosted right then and there. Queenie could only do one thing. And that was to run.
She ran until she couldn't feel her feet and felt like she was about to get dusted from sheer fatigue. For once the sand of the zones had never felt so soothing when she crumpled onto the earth. Queenie twisted her head around to see if any dracs were following her, but all she saw was the smoke coming from the car that once belonged to her crew. And the realization had set in, they’re all dead and it's your fault.
She looked down at the gore and grime covering her body only to realize, she was fucked. Limbs twisted in places they shouldn't be, cuts, gashes, and bruises all adorned her frail frame. Her clothes were ripped and covered in sand, dirt, and destoya knows what. Sand seeped into her gashes and burnt like hell. Pushing her torso off the ground she searched for any movement and structures that could inhabit people for maybe a bit of help. But she saw nothing for miles.
Maybe she shouldn't have run so far, maybe she should have gone down with her crew, maybe she should have been ghosted with the rest of them. Now she had to focus on her survival, so she could mourn later.
But she had more urgent matters to deal with, such as the wounds currently being infected all across her body. Looking around once again as if something will appear, a movement caught her eye. It was some kind of vehicle but its color didn’t look like a BLI drac carrier.
Queenie raised her arms trying to catch the attention of the driver, also hoping her bad purple dye job would stand out against the stark dust color of the sand enough. She began to attempt to stand when she saw the car heading her way, failing her arms desperately.
The car was busted, and the peeling paint jobs and massive dents were showing its age. More dents showed themself as the car approached and blew sand into Queenie's eyes. The car came to a halt and a girl stepped out. Her blue hair was disheveled in the desert wind and her clothes were dusty.
“By the witch!” the girl exclaimed, “are you dead?” The blue-haired girl scrambled to Queenie’s side, surveying her wounds. Queenie groaned out in pain in an attempt to show the girl that she was alive. The girl pulled a flask from her belt and began pouring water on Queenie’s newly infected cuts. Queenie attempted to sit up to help the strange girl with the damage on her body, but a hand on her chest pushed her back onto the earth.
“Nope, you're not getting up” Queenie abided by the oddly strong girl's demands and closed her eyes, beginning to get comfortable in the sand. Suddenly, she felt an arm under her knees and began to be lifted from her spot in the sand. Queenie sank into the girl’s arms as she heard a car door open and she was gently placed on the ripped cushions of the backseat of a car. Queenie promptly passed out in the stranger's car.
When Queenie awoke she was lying on a concrete floor in a place she didn't recognize.
“Jeez, you almost gave me a heart attack. I thought you were dead!” She heard a voice shout from across the room. The girl ran to Queenie’s side and began to barrage her with questions regarding her current situation, “How are you feeling? Does anything hurt? Do you have a crew?” The girl's hands were all over her body attempting to survey her mutilations, Queenie groaned at the pressure on her gashes. She turned to look at the girl who was helping her when she realized she still had no idea who she was.
“Who are you?” Queenie managed to grumble out.
“Oh, yeah, right, I’m Cyber Star. You can just call me Cyber though. Who are you?”
“I’m Queen Spade, call me Queenie.” She muttered.
Cyber took Queenie’s hand on her own, viewing the damage on her hand. “This is infected. I don't have the tools for this. Maybe we need to see someone.” Queenie glanced down at her hand only to see gore and trauma, she whipped her head away from the view. “So Queenie” Cyber began, “You got a crew or ya on your own?” Trying to relive the awkward tension.
It finally hit Queenie, her crew was dead. Tears welled in her eyes as she attempted to stutter out, “They’re…” until it all came crashing down and she began to sob uncontrollably. Cyber took her torso in her arms and let Queenie cry into her shirt, whispering comforting words in her ear.
“It’s okay honey, it's gonna be alright,” Cyber whispered. Minutes, maybe hours passed by of Queenie sobbing in Cyber’s arms. At some point Queenie was pulled into the other’s lap as Cyber began stroking the smaller girl’s hair, silently hoping the terrible zone hair dye wouldn't stain her hand.
Cyber surprised how much this strange girl trusted her, sobbing into her shoulder like she was a close friend. Any other killjoy would have just left her in the desert to get dusted by whatever cruel fate destroya came up with. Cyber looked down at the small girl as she started surveying her looks. Fading purple hair, face tattoo of a spade, short limbs, a rosary hung on her belt, an oversized quilted jacket, bandana tied around her neck. Cyber thought she was kind of cute in the way she curled into the taller girl.
Soon enough Queenie’s sobs died down as she began to drift off in Cyber’s hold. “Hey, no falling asleep on me I gotta get you to a doc” Queenie lifted her head and whipped her tears from her cheeks. She attempted to push herself off of Cyber when she collapsed, not being able to put enough pressure on her feeble arms to push herself off the ripped mattress she was on.
“Don't worry hun, I got you” Cyber stated as she lifted Queenie off the mattress and carried her in her arms out of the decaying hideout she called home. Cyber placed the frail girl into the passenger seat of her car. The radio buzzed on as the car started and started blaring some song Queenie didn't know. Cyber quickly turned the radio down as she stuttered out apologies and began to drive.
‘Why’d you pick me up out there? Any other killjoy would have just stolen my stuff and ran.” Queenie questioned the strange girl.
“Don't know honestly” Cyber answered truthfully, “I've been gettin’ lonely lately, guess I just wanted some human interaction.”
“I'm thankful you found me though, I'd be ghosted with the rest of them if you hadn't picked me up.” Queenie added.
“No problem, sugar.”