"Keep your mouths shut! All of you Rebel Scum Bags! Resist, and you will be killed, right here." I roll my eyes. Of course. Like that would be so much worse than dying when we get there. I pull my hood tighter around my face. A quarter of the rebels were here. They knew the risk of death. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a boy limping. I make my way over to him slowly. It's my job to help the weak. I'm the leader of this rebellion.
"Need help?" I whisper, barely audible.
"It's a strategy, leave me," he's harsh.
"It won't work. You can't escape alone."
"You're right, I need help. Stay with me, and we'll make it out." This cocky little bastard. Who does he think he is.
Hope is good. Listen to the boy.
I stay be his side as we become the last people. They leave two guards behind us, and the rest move forward to insure that nobody escapes.
"I'll take left you take right. Count of three. One, two, three." The boy lunges at the guy on the left as I lunge at the guy on the right. I kick him down to the ground, taking his pistol and hitting him in the forehead with barrel, knocking him unconscious. When I look over, the other guy is on the ground too, and the boy is sprinting. I run after him.
"They'll find us. We can't get far on foot." He keeps running, ignoring me. Rude. I follow him though. If he was clever enough to break away, he can get us out. He dives into a bush, pulling out a motorcycle with the word Falcon scrawled on the side. He throws me a helmet, before climbing on. I climb on the back.
"Hold on," I blush.
"But I barely know you."
"Hold on, or fall off, your choice sweetheart." I wrap my arms around his waist as he takes off. I feel like I'm flying.
A/N.More to come, just getting started!