Rebel Angles

Chapter One

Hey look! People!

I messed around with my pistol as I sat on a chair in the shack. I knew how the thing worked: standard pistol but tampered with so it could also act as a tazer or electrify the bullets when put at the right setting. It was also painted differently so I could find it easier. I was so fascinated with it I found myself almost ripping apart the entire gun just to look at all the parts that were added or customized. I was even found staring straight into the barrel of it while I had the electricity turned on. Today was one of those cases.

"You are really wanting to get your face fried off…" my friend sighed as she took my pistol away from me and put it on a nearby table.

"But it's so cool how the guy made it for me!" I whined in protest.

"I don't care how cool it is I don't need you gettin' your face fried! You already have plenty of wounds and I don't need to bandage up your face!" she sighed, "Why don't you go play your guitar or something? As long as it doesn't involve that gun of yours!"

I smirked and told her "okay" as I got up and went to where we slept and retrieved my katana. I peaked out into the main room and saw my friend hunched over a table, probably drawing or writing. I smiled evilly and tip-toed my way out of the shack; making sure I grabbed my pistol on my way out. Once I was outside I looked for things, or animals, I could possibly shoot or chop up with my blade. After looking around and wandering away from the shack for a few minutes I gave up and sat on the ground. I traced little lines in the ground with my katana and shot holes in the dirt with my gun out of boredom. I sighed and hugged my knees with one of my arms as I continued to doodle in the ground with my sword. Today was probably going to be another day that my friend and I didn't fight anyone.

After a while I got up and started back for the shack and heard engines not too far away. I didn't draw my katana because that would have been noticeable but I pulled out my pistol and held it in front of me with both hands as I turned my head to face the direction the noise came from. As the noise grew closer I was able to make out a basic shape of the vehicle; it was small in size from what I could tell. I deduced that the car didn't belong to BL/ind after staring in its direction a while longer then turned my head forward again and continued to walk back to my shack.

The noise from the car seemed to get eerily closer and slower as I walked. I tried not to act paranoid but still had my pistol out just in case. No one was safe out here and I knew I was going to get slapped on the head when I got back for going alone; or yelled at, either way the thought made me uneasy. The noise grew even closer still and then I became paranoid and had my finger on the trigger and started to walk a little faster, the noises from the car seemed like the car was going just a bit faster as well. I still couldn't see the shack and I started getting a bit worried. I decided to jog slightly and the noises still continued. After a couple minutes of this stupid game I decided to put my foot down and face the car with my pistol facing straight at it. My finger was on the trigger and ready to fire at any moment; I had it set so the bullets would also use electricity to damage the car. The car stopped once I turned to face it; there was only one person in the car, they had bright red hair and wore a yellow masquerade mask along with a blue jacket with sleeves that only went halfway. I couldn't really tell if it was a girl or not but I did know they weren't with BL/ind, I still held out my pistol though.

I heard the engine stop and saw the person inside take off their seatbelt and get out of the small car. They shut the door and looked straight at me; at this point I knew this person was a guy. I pointed my gun at them when they took a step forward; they paused and continued to walk towards me despite me readying my gun to fire. He was an arm's length away from me now and he had a stern look on his face. He told me to lower my weapon but I stood my ground, I didn't really want to since this guy decided to follow me like a creeper. He told me to lower my weapon again and stepped forward; I slowly pressed down on the trigger. I honestly did not trust this guy.

I soon found my pistol on the ground and my arm behind my back in a very awkward position. I grunted from the slight pain but regained control of the situation and jabbed the guy in his stomach then drew my katana. He pulled out his gun; it was one of those newer ones that fired out lasers.

"I don't want to hurt you so calm the hell down," he said with a calm tone.

"Why the fuck should I trust you?! You followed me in the first place!" I retorted, some rage in my voice.

"Because you're not the only one out here."

I rolled my eyes, "I could gather that genius, I have a friend with me in the same situation," I could tell he was trying to act like some sort of hero and I didn't buy his bullshit.

"And I can tell you're starving."

I looked at him with a stare that said "no really?" of course I was starving, my friend was too, we barely had any food but who does out here? "And I'm supposed to act all sweet and say 'thank you' because you have food in that car I'm assuming? Why did you even follow me in the first place?" I still held out my pistol, I wasn't going to lower my guard for one second.

"Being out here on your own without any transportation except your legs is just a giant advertisement for the Draculoids to come after you. And yeah I do have some form of food in my car, if you don't slice me and lower your weapon I'll be more than happy to give you some."

"Maybe, take off your mask and state your name. If you had enough balls to follow me doing those two simple things should be easy."

I heard him sigh and then take his mask off. He had hazel eyes and his nose was pointed up slightly. He told me his name was Party Poison and I told him mine was Electric Gunner. I lowered my sword but didn't sheath it; this guy was being too nice to a random stranger and I didn't like it one bit. We walked over to his car and he opened the trunk. Sure enough there was food in there; it was only snacks though but some of it was healthy. I took what my friend and I basically needed until we went to go find food again; Party Poison handed me my gun as well and I took it back. When I finished taking the little food my friend and I would need for the next couple days Party Poison asked if I wanted a ride back to where I stayed. I declined the offer since the shack wasn't that far away. I thanked him for the food and he drove off.

I still didn't trust Party Poison; I would have to check the food when I got back to the shack. I didn't know if there were any of those pills in the food or whatever other shit BL/ind put in everyone's food. I heard my stomach growl rather loud and I had to carry the food the rest of the in my trench-vest so I didn't have to look at it or think about it. My friend and I haven't eaten much of anything for at least the past three weeks and it was taking its toll on us, again. This was a usual thing when we were extremely low on food and were lucky to find some before one of us passed out. I usually took it worse since I was much smaller in stature; physically I was strong but my stomach was extremely weak and I was pretty thin too. I learned to deal with it by keeping myself busy most of the time or just sleeping.

After a few minutes I made it to the shack and entered it. I didn't see my friend in the main room but I set the food on the table then went into the back to see if she was there. Sure enough my friend was in the back but it seemed like she was staring at nothing yet she faced the wall. I leaned in front of her and smiled; she didn't smile back, her expression grew angry and she slapped me on the head hard enough for me to lose balance and fall to the floor. I sat back up and rubbed the back of my head as she stood up and proceeded to scold me about what I did was stupid and all that other stuff you would normally here a parent bitch about.

I mentioned what happened and told her about Party Poison and how I already hated him. She sighed then ruffled my hair and went back to the main room to check all the food. I put my weapons on the floor and fell asleep on the futon I managed to snag a while ago.

An hour later

I woke up to my friend lightly shaking me. I groaned and rubbed my eyes with my hands to get the sleep out of them. I asked her what she wanted and she told me to go eat something; apparently I had been shaking in my sleep. I got up slowly, trying to wake up, and made my way to where she said the food was and grabbed one of the small bags of chips. While I was eating my friend came over to me and sat by be.

"Yes Mafia?"

She said she was making sure I hadn't passed out and I laughed and told her I was getting better at that. I looked up from my snack and stared blankly at the wall. "You know, once this is all over I bet all us killjoys are gonna make some therapists pretty damn rich," I laughed.

Mafia laughed back then ruffled my hair and went back to the table she was at earlier while I finished my chips. I tossed the bag and walked over to my friend. "Whatcha doing?"

"Drawing."

"Drawing what?"

"The hell if I know, go do something that doesn't involve your weapons or leaving the shack without me!"

I pouted and went to the back and got my guitar. I strummed it and it was way out of tune. I yelled out to the other room that I didn't want to tune my guitar and Mafia told me too bad. I sighed and went to the long process of tuning my guitar. It sucked having to play it by ear but I was gradually getting better at it with time. I did enjoy playing it; it pretty much kept me sane and calm when I just wanted to give up and turn myself in. I knew what BL/ind was doing was wrong and I didn't want to have any part with it unless it was taking it down.

Though everything BL/ind was doing made me think back to a couple books written by George Orwell; the guy that wrote disutopian novels. I often made connections between what was going on and the books I had read. Sometimes I laughed when I realized that Orwell was pretty much prophesying what was to come. Other times it made me feel hopeless because at the end of those books the party in charge, the baddies, won and those that tried to be a hero were either assimilated into the government, killed, or both. Though the opposing force in this case had possibly thousands but we normally lived in hiding and usually took out Dracs. I didn't know of anyone that infiltrated a BL/ind building and took someone in charge on.

Some moments later Mafia came into the back looking like she was in a rush. She questioned me about the person I saw today and asked me to describe him. I retold his name and described his hair, the mask he wore, his jacket, pants, and boots. She went back into the front and it sounded like she was looking for something. I heard an exclamation of discovery and she came back with a paper in her hands. Mafia told me that Party Poison is one of the few that started this entire rebellion and how he and his team managed to infiltrate a BL/ind building and take out a lot of operatives on their own. She asked me what direction I saw him drive off to and I told her I thought east.

"Are you planning to find him?"

She nodded.

"And what do you plan on doing when we find him?"
"Ask if we can join. It'd probably get us out of this shitty situation and there'd be another person to make sure you don't blow your face off!" She laughed and I laughed back then we continued to discuss what we were actually going to do when we found Party Poison.