Never did I think it would come to this. Me, standing here with Joseph Seed, staring me in the soul as I try to choose the correct answer, thinking of the after math of it all. If I choose to fight, all my friends I've made could die. But if I choose to leave, they will be left in the hands of the Father. Could I come up with another option? I thought desperately, hoping Joseph wouldn't sense my panic. I couldn't tell with that stare. I know he wanted to kill me right here and now.
Seeing as how I wasn't much of a talker, I shook my head. "You choose neither, Deputy? Well, you must choose one. All of your new friends depend on it." Joseph said, walking up to me. I sneered, finally choosing the time to say my first word in this all. "Joseph, you think I wanted to do this? I was still in training when we were sent out here. I'd rather you take my life...then my friends take each others." I whispered as I gazed at the ground, not even knowing if he heard me. I was a mute, and this was the first time I had ever talked in almost two years. I looked back up to see Joseph with a surprised face, quickly shaking it off.
I continued, raising my voice higher despite the dryness in my voice that sounded like it was almost begging for water or some kind of liquid to sooth it's thirst after a long and deep sleep. "I never wanted to kill John or Jacob, I didn't want to kill Faith. I didn't want to kill all of those men and woman. But how the HELL would I get to you? I just everything to stop...but you just won't. I might be high on that drug, but I, Junior Deputy Holly Sanchez, will now surrender to your so my friends could live."
I said, inching closer to him until I was looking up into his stare. I look back at my friends, who seems to also be in shock about me actually saying something. I look back at Joseph, frowning almost with pure hatred.
"So, what do you say, Father? Will you accept this?"
Joseph smiled, grabbing me by the shoulders. "Of course, child...just one more thing."
He stared at my friends, only to quickly pull out a pistol, shoving it toward the one I loved the most: Grace.
He pulled me to him, whispering in my ear, "Not everyone can have a happy ending," and pulled the trigger. Multiple times. I suddenly feel a sharp pain in the side of my head.
I blacked out. I was now handcuffed to the same bed I was ziptied to. I look around, and then a scream comes from me as I see Butch in front of me, dead. Joseph was at the same radio Butch was at. After turning it off, he looked back at me with a grin. "The collapses has begun, child. Thank you for your sacrifice."
(Part one out of ??? Thank you for reading if you did. Have a good day/night, fren!)