DISCLAIMER*

I DO NOT own Revolution

If I did, I would be a VERY happy girl

I have worked VERY hard on this and have gotten very good feedback back on it

I hope whoever is reading this will feel the same

*DISCLAIMER*

I DO NOT OWN REVOLUTION

IF I DID…I WOULD BE A VERY LUCKY GIRL ^^

Prologue

It's been 15 years since the Blackout. I, Victoria Welding (I changed my name for personal reasons), became an assassin/tracker for the Monroe Militia. I was betrayed by my own resistance partner and tricked into doing a TERRIBLE thing…though I am proud of it...still terrible. My story begins in my village near Chicago…

Chapter 1-Betrayel & Heartbreak…

"Ok Lina, what's our food count for this week?" "We're doing good so far but-" "But what?" "Wellll…we're missing a few things" "What do you mean 'a few things'? Kate was supposed to be guarding the storage house…" "I don't know. But were missing 2 bottles of champagne, 2 cartons of strawberries, and a tub of Nutella." I pondered about it for a second and went to find Kate. I walked to her shack & knocked on the door. "Hey it's me. I came to-." I listened for a minute. I heard shuffling and whispers so I drew my foot back and kicked down the door and that's when I saw it. She and my partner were on the floor, shirts off, candles lit, and the smell of chocolate in the air. There were half-empty bottles of champagne on the table and a carton of half-eaten. Now I know were the missing food went. "WHAT ON EARTH-!" "OH! Umm, Victoria! I-I-I-I can explain!"

"Damn RIGHT you can explain! So, explain to me WHAT THE HELL this is?!" "Wyatt, I think you should tell her about-" "Yeah Wyatt! Just let EVERYTHING come out the closet…no…you know what? I'm having you BOTH arrested" "WAIT, WHAT? C'mon babe-". I slapped him mid-sentence. "I. Am no longer your BABE. And I would suggest not talking unless you want that to be used against you during-your-trial". And I was out of the cabin faster than you could to get their trial ready.

About an hour later, just as I was walking out of my shack, I heard a gunshot and a loud scream. There was another village next to us I figured that's where it came from. I knew that one of the villagers had a firearm. They must've misfired or something. As soon as I turned around I saw their messenger running towards me. "I-have-come to-in-form-you…hold on…". I let him catch his breath and waited impatiently. "Sir, did someone DIE from the gunshot I heard?" "Yes. Ben Matheson is dead…". I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was very good friends with the Matheson's and worked with them for a long time. I just couldn't believe he was gone…"What happened?" "Some of Monroe's Militia soldiers rode into our village looking for him. They tried to take him, but Danny wasn't having it…so they shot and killed Ben and they mentioned you and how Monroe was looking for you too…" "Did you tell him anything?" "No. HEAVENS NO. No one said a word so they took Danny…". Danny was Ben's son…always letting his anger get the best of him…

"Did they mention anything about spies around here?" "Well Captain Neville was hinting toward it, but we didn't believe him until they stepped up…". This was a little too much for me too take in once." Well thank you for informing me…tell Rachel I'm sorry for her loss…". He nodded and bolted back. I had a lot of thinking to do and only 30 minutes to do it…