Rebellious
Part One - Captured
The terrain of the desert was nothing more than sand. The entire vast space within any radius, which goes on for miles, was nothing but the beige colour of sand. The sun shone upon the beige terrain with a warm intensity. From the sun's light; the sand was granted the will to sparkle like thousands of shards of crystals were embedded within its contents.
Not one cloud redecorated the sky with their whiteness. The sky was only of one colour and that was blue that filled it entirely. The florescent ball of fire wasn't positioned exactly in the centre of the sky; but more to the right of it, as it signalled it had gone passed midday. However, the time of day did not have an impact upon the young female travelling across the desert's terrain.
The young female was no older than fourteen years of age. Her hair glowed slightly from the shining sun that shone upon all within its sight. Her hair was white and it was tied into a pony tail that reached all the way to her knees. Without the hair being tied up; the hair would reach to near enough her ankles. Her eyes were a sparkling blue that were as deep blue as sapphires.
She ran across the desert barefooted. Her clothes were three-quarter length white capris pants. Her top was a white tank top with a red rose centred precisely. Both her pants and top were slightly dirtied; but none of them were as bad as her body. Bruises, cuts of both deep and shallow were completely visible. Slash marks; from what seemed like a whip, were completely visible also upon her fair skin. However; the wounds were bleeding, some slightly and some oozed out dangerously.
Despite the fact that her arms were pulsing like a heart; and her legs were also pulsing and hurting from running, she still continued to run even if it wasn't her fastest. Behind her; a group of about twelve men in total, were chasing her down; as if she was their prey to feed upon. She turned her head to look at the pursuers to see that they were gaining speed slowly. Over a sand dune; that was a few miles behind the pursuers, she saw an outline of a mechanical driving machine.
Once she notified what the machinery was; she turned her head back to facing the right direction and picked her pace up a little. However; she knew that she could not outrun the machinery as it had more speed and power than her human body. Still; she did not give up as she wouldn't allow herself to be captured by the people trailing her.
Her legs pounded and pulsed against her will of continuation of running; they were trying to defy her command; her will to continue. She knew that her body was of desperate need of resting for a long while; however, she knew that resting was the worst idea at her current situation. Resting was not an option that she could take; the only options it was at the moment, was to flee as much as possible, but still get caught. Get captured by the men; but resist them with the little strength she has to fight them, so that she could be free, but would only get caught again. Or just be caught and taken back to the base without a fight. She knew that either option would only mean being captured.
She forced her mind to focus on fleeing as much as possible; she despised the idea of being captured and taken back, she would not give up till she was free from that man's clutches. An instant urge to pick up speed coursed through her mind; but another was to just collapse onto the ground. She did not listen to the one that was screaming at her more; she took the one to run even faster, even if her strength was fading rapidly.
The very fast machine drove right passed her and skidded to a halt barricading her path. It was facing her side ways on as she just managed to stop herself from crashing into it. She stepped back a few paces when she saw that a figure came out of the roofless vehicle. She turned to run but when she fully turned around; all the other followers had already reached her, and were now blocking her chances of escape.
She re-turned around to suddenly see the man, from the vehicle, standing right in front of her with a gun in his hands. She knew that he had sent them to use force if she had refused to return. Her eyes shook with disbelief as she knew that she had failed, once again, to escape out of the cruel hands of the man she despised most of all.
"There is no escape pitiful girl. Gunther Prozen has specifically requested me to accompany you back to base; he even allowed me to use force if there is any sign of rebellious acts from you." the man spoke with a twisted smirk.
She knew there was no way in escaping from this. There was no use in resisting; especially if the capturers held heavy artillery in their possession. She looked at the ground with downcast eyes; whilst the man nodded to the other men to seize the female in front of them. The men complied as they came up to the girl and bound her arms behind her back. All the time; her eyes were downcast as she was disappointed in her failed attempt to finally escape.
Without any resistance from the young female; the men lead her to the jeep, and made her get in the back of it. The man that was leading the operation climbed into the passenger seat and told the driver to go. After a while the jeep started up and turned back the way that they all had previously come from. There was no chance of escape for a long while; but she would still plan an escape route ready for when the time was right.
She also knew that he would have her under constant watch; just in case she planned to escape again. She needed to gain his trust again; just to destroy that trust so that she could escape. She had never planned to be loyal to him, ever. Being loyal to him was out of the question for her; she would always disrespect him, go against his words, and do anything that would be against his orders, rules, words… absolutely anything.
She slowly lifted her head to see the sight of the main base of the Guylos Empire. She frowned with utter hatred of the very place that was before her. Oh how she knew all too well what was going to happen once he has his hands on her; she would be punished once again for disobeying, an attempt to escape, and most of all defying his orders that he specially had given her.