Warmth: A Snowpiercer Fanfiction

Before We Get Started...

Chapter Song: Mean To Me, Tonic

It took a while, but the guards eventually got us to sit down. I still had so much pent up anger coursing through my body that I was practically vibrating. I wanted to draw blood and break bone. However, Curtis' firm hand on my arm prevented me from lunging forward when Minister Mason walked into the tail section. 

On my list of people's throats to slit, she was in the top three. Right between Wilford and that yellow bitch. Two large men had taken Andrew and stuck his arm into a hole in the train car which lead outside. One of her officers, Fuyu I think was his name, held out the silver platter that held Andrew's shoe. She stepped forward and spoke into a microphone, holding the shoe out.

"This is so disappointing!" Her two officers started to translate her words into different languages, but Mason stopped them. "No, no. We don't need all that we've only got seven minutes." She said, gesturing to the clock that hung around Andrew's neck. Mason cleared her throat once more and spoke again.

"Passengers! This is not a shoe. This is disorder, this is size ten chaos. This, see this?" She said, gesturing to us with Andrew's shoe. "This is death. In this locomotive we call home, there is one thing that is between our warm hearts and the bitter cold. Clothing? Jeans? No, order. Order is the barrier that holds back the frozen death. We must all of us, on this train of life, remain in our allotted station. We must each of us occupy our preordained particular position." 

She made an odd gesture with the shoe before setting it on Andrew's head. I clenched my hands tightly into fists until I could feel my nails biting into the skin of my palms. I needed to hit something, preferably Mason, but Curtis still had his arm wrapped around my shoulders.

"Would you wear a shoe on your head? Of course you wouldn't wear a shoe on your head. A shoe doesn't belong on your head, a shoe belongs on your foot. A hat belongs on your head. I am a hat, you are a shoe. I belong on the head, you belong on the foot. Yes? So it is." 

My foot belongs up your ass. I could practically feel the steam coming out of my ears. I tightened up my fists again until I felt my knuckles crack from the pressure. 

"In the beginning, order was prescribed by your ticket. First class, economy, and freeloaders like you. Eternal order is prescribed by the Sacred Engine. All things flow from the Sacred Engine. All things in their place, all passengers in their section. All water flowing, all heat rising pays homage to the Sacred Engine. In it's own particular preordained position. So it is." Mason made the same gesture as she did before, I grimly thought that it looked almost like she was ripping out someone's heart.

"Now, as in the beginning, I belong to the front. You belong to the tail." She pointed to each end of the train. "When the foot seeks the place of the head, a sacred line is crossed. Know your place. Keep your place. Be a shoe!" Her voice echoed off of the metal walls of the train car, sounding much like the screeching of the wheels.

"Curtis, can I kill her?" I questioned lowly. He just looked down at me and shook his head. I pouted like a petulant child. I never got to do anything fun.

"Well, we have forty-two seconds left. So, we can go to comment of Mr. Wilford, the divine keeper of the Sacred Engine." Mason said after an awkward pause. One of her officers cued up the speaker that connected to the front of the train where Wilford was. There was only static and some odd whining noise coming from the speaker. 

"Sir? Mr. Wilford? Are you there? Are you there sir?" Curtis and I listened intently for any sound that would indicate that Wilford was there. But, there was still only static. "Oh, it's breaking up. Oh, well. Mr. Wilford's a very busy man. So it is." Mason finished and sat down on a bench in between her two officers. 

The clock hanging around Andrew's neck dinged, signaling his seven minutes were up. Mason's two body guards, both named Franco, removed Andrew's frozen solid arm from the hole. They tapped it with a metal spoon, the clanking sound made my stomach churn.

"Are we just gonna watch?" Edgar snapped quietly behind us and pulled out his small blade.

"Not now." Curtis whispered, not taking his eyes off of the front.

"I'm not just gonna fuckin' sit here!" Edgar hissed, I glanced at him over my shoulder and put a finger to my lips, signaling him to shush.

Franco The Younger had taken the giant sledge hammer and swiftly swung it over his shoulder and smashed Andrew's frozen arm to pieces. Andrew's agonizing screams filled the compartment, Curtis looked down and sighed.

"Shit." I sighed and rubbed my hands down my face in exhaustion. I started mentally counting how many bandages it was going to take to wrap up Andrew's stump. Cuts and broken bones were easy to fix, severed limbs were a whole other story.

I looked behind me when I heard a commotion come from the back. Gilliam and a few of the others had stood up and started to walk towards Andrew. Grey and I both stood up at the same time to help Gilliam, but he simply waved us off.

"No, I'm alright." He said, and continued to limp forward. His cane scraping across the cold, metal floors. A guard lifted his rifle and pointed it straight at Gilliam, but he didn't stop walking. Or rather, limping.

"Stop. Stop right there, sit down!" The guard yelled, but Mason dismissed him.

"Put that useless gun down. Put it away." She ordered. I perked up when she said that. 

Useless?  

Curtis and I glanced at each other, thinking the exact same thing. 

"Long time no see Mr. Gilliam. It's a pleasure. You look healthy." Mason said sarcastically as Gilliam walked past her and placed a blanket over Andrew. 

"He's fine!" Mason said nonchalantly, like Andrew's arm getting smashed off wasn't a big deal.

"Minister Mason, please deliver a message to Mr. Wilford" Gilliam said, turning toward Mason.

"Certainly, what shall I say?"

"Tell him he and I need to talk." I felt a smirk slide its way onto my lips.

"Well, you can talk to me. Mr. Wilford has no reason to visit here." Mason said, refusing to let her beloved Wilford come to the back of the train.

"Not here. At the front." Curtis said gruffly. I looked over at him and gave a sly smile.

"Well, we better get started then."

A/N: Phew! Glad that's over, I couldn't find a Snowpiercer script online to go off of. So, I put the movie on captions and write down the lines I use. Mason's monologue was pretty lengthy, so it took me a while. Thank you all so much who've read this! It means a lot to me that people read and like all the hard work I've done. NEXT UP: The metal tube of death!