The group was all sitting at the park near the pond. Tuff pulled off little pieces of the rest of his breakfast bun and threw them at the ducks. No one had eaten much if anything that morning, or the days past. When they hung out with one another they tried to put on brave faces and attempt to eat something for the others to show that they would still be okay without having their friend.
But no one pushed Tuff. He was the only who didn’t care when anyone wanted him to eat, or sleep, or anything.
Spitelout and Stoik called in sick that day, they were both in dread. Gobber didn’t open the diner that morning either. They were all silently mourning their friend who had left for their own good. And they felt horrible about it.
Zaidah took deep breaths as she meditated, she was ready for it. She was ready for her end.
There was a knock on her cell bars, she opened her eyes slowly to see who was there.
An armed officer with the same C.I.A. agent as before.
Zaidah pushed herself upright and made her way to the door, she leaned on the iron and looked at them coolly.
“The offer’s still open, Ms. Blodvist.” The agent said.
“And I told you to leave me alone.” She retorted.
The agent sighed, “I’ll be honest as to why I offered you the deal.” He told her.
“You want my help getting into the minds of the mobsters over seas, finding out who’s responsible for what, where and how the import their goods to America, finding them out here, and I’ll also assume that you want help in the gang wars that are going on, specifically in this prison.” Zaidah said catching him off guard, “Knowing what others are thinking is how I made it this far. And I want what I know to die with me.”
“I don’t think you understand.” He started.
“I don’t think you understand.” Zaidah snapped, “It’s my life, my decision, and how do you know that if I do take your deal I won’t just run off the second I’m out of your sight.”
“We make it customary to implant a tracker chip in the person.” He explained.
“Heads up, some people’s body’s can’t function with a micro chip in them. I’m one of them.”
“I still think your making a mistake.”
“And I think you’re wasting your time, or more importantly, mine.” Zaidah told him, “If this is a mistake it’s mine to make. Don’t tell me otherwise.”
“If you change your mind,” The agent started, “The offer is open as long as you’re still alive.”
Zaidah nodded, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
The agent and officer left, Zaidah did a hand stand so her back was against the cells wall and then lowered herself so she was supported by her elbows. She took a deep breath and went back to meditating.
Later that night Snotlout, Hiccup, Astrid, Fishlegs, Ruff, Tuff, Spitelout, Stoik, and Gobber were sitting around the kitchen table at Stoik’s house. Tuff had made dinner for the occasion.
“What is it?” Snotlout asked poking at the redish-purpleish concoction.
“Borscht.” Tuff replied shortly as he finished laddling out for everyone at the table, “It’s a traditional Russian dish, Carstella loves it apparently.”
“Tuff,” Astrid started softly, but apparently he didn’t hear her.
“It’s actually a lot of fun to make.” He said as he sat down, “Yeah, the smell of boiling cabbage isn’t the best, but when you throw in beats and seasonings, it ends up being amazing. I looked up this recipe online in hopes of cooking it for her, but I guess it’s not going to happen now. But, ya’ know at the same time I think she’d want me to share this with you. Now it has a funny taste, but it’s really good when you get used to it.”
“Why would she want you to share this with us?” Ruff asked in disgust as let the liquid in her spoon drop back down into her bowl.
“She said to me that it can make good memories with those around you, and I think it can bring people together.” Tuff said with a smile, “You know her father actually took the time between killing, exporting drugs and guns, and being an asshole to teach her how to cook this stuff.”
Zaidah stared at her hands as the person behind her shaved her head down to the skull. She had less than a half hour until she was going to meet an electrifying end.
She thought of those who she was leaving behind, whose who had become her friends, and those who she loved. But she couldn’t bring herself to stop this and go back to them, not when they could get hurt again.
Another officer came to her cell door and just stared at her as she got her head shaved.
“We’re done.” The man behind her said as he started to pack up his clippers.
Zaidah ran a hand over her now buzzed hair. The dark tuffs on the floor indicated her time was coming to an end.
“At the very least try it.” Tuff barked at the rest of the table.
Everyone looked between the others and their soups.
Tuff shrugged and went for a bite of his own bowl, and a warm smile appeared on his face.
Zaidah was placed in cuffs as she was escorted to the execution room.
She was sat down in the chair and strapped in tightly. She took deep breaths waiting for the inevitable.
Hiccup was the first to raise the spoon to his mouth, after a short moment he swallowed.
“It is kinda weird,” He started, but filled his spoon again, “But it’s good.”
Astrid and Spitelout were next to follow the example, and they agreed; it was strange, but it was good.
The rest soon followed suit.
“Is there anything you would like to say before you go through with this?” An officer in the room asked her.
“do svidaniya miru , i lyudi, kotorykh ya lyublyu(1).” She said quietly.
The cloth was then draped over her face as the circuit warmed up.
“It does make memories.” Fishlegs said as he stared at his empty bowl.
“I don’t think this is a good one.” Rudd pointed out.
“Whether it is or not,” Stoik said with a serious look on his face, “We should celebrate having her in our lives even if it was for just a short amount of time.”
“Seconds, anyone?” Tuff asked to lighten the mood a little.
Pain went shooting through the girl as the lever was pulled down. She didn’t say a word as we nails dug into the arm rests. She could feel saliva, or was it blood, dripping down the sides of her mouth. Zaidah knew she was dying, and oddly she felt releaved.
It all stopped suddenly, and she felt herself leaning forward as much as she could gasping for breath.
“What the hell happened?” An officer demanded from the executioner.
“It just stopped.” The executioner said in shock as he went over the switches again. He pulled the lever down, but there was nothing. There was nothing.
Every one in the room looked at each other in shock.
“Officer?” Zaidah choked out as she spit up blood.
“What?” He demanded of her.
“Could you please contact that C.I.A. agent who was here earlier? I would like to talk to him.”
They sat around sadly marathoning Disney movies they would watch as children.
“Think she ever saw these movies?” Ruff asked out of the blue.
“Probably not.” Tuff told her, “She didn’t even know who Santa Clause was.”
“Sad.” Fishlegs moaned as he stared down at his feet.
“Tell me about it.” Tuff said sarcastically.
“That’s my counter offer.” The red eyed girl told the agent from her hospital bed, she was still cuffed, being a prisoner, but she was in the room with just him.
“Are you sure you want to be in the same area as before?” He asked.
She looked at him coldly, “The entire reason I’m talking to you right now, is because of that area. I would also like protection for whatever family I have in the future for the rest of their lives, but that come when they do.”
The agent nodded, “I know I can get you back in the same apartment in that area, and you’ll be under full protection, but that children will be another story.”
“As I said,” She said hoarsely, “That can occur when they happen, until then don’t worry about it too much.”
He nodded, “You recover, once that’s done you’ll be discharged and at work.”
The red eyed girl nodded, and the agent left.
“I can’t believe I just did that.” She sighed rubbed her face with her unrestrained hand.
(1)do svidaniya miru , i lyudi, kotorykh ya lyublyu =Good bye to the world, and the people I love