Resistance Stance- Prologue

We stood on the hill top, watching them approach. Their footsteps echoing throughout the valley that we would fight in. "It's time, my enemy, it's time! To prove who is superior! Prisoners will be taken! Mercy shan't be shown! A war between a great clan like us and a pathetic clan like you wont last long…" A voice bellowed across. I knew that voice.

It was their leaders, whom they called CT, or for those who hated him, Crazy Traz. They called him Crazy Traz because of his prison. It was like Alcatraz. There was no way, unless a mastermind, you could escape once you were in.

"It is time, indeed. Let us FIGHT!" Kirstey screamed back, all of our clan screaming in hate induced rage behind her.

We were outnumbered and easily outmatched. But to us, we had the power. We had one real motive for fighting. They treated girls like crap, saying they needed to go spend their lives in a kitchen serving the all powerful man. We fought for hatred and fury, but mainly, we fought for justice.

I ran down the hill, the first to charge on either side. One came to greet my fury, one I hated with flaming passion. He was called Rw, or Rising Warrior if you wanted to get technical. "Little one on one before it all ends?" He snickered.

I wanted to scream and run. We both knew who would win. It was an easy match, one that would end with one dead and one less on one side. "One on one" I growled, letting my mind become a battle strategy.

"Go." I snarled, starting up a circle anticipating any movement. "Ready when you are", he snickered picking up the circle movement.

"Grace, you don't have to do this!" Joanna's voice rang, coming from behind me.

"I must. I must." I growled repeatedly.

"You don't have to! You don't have to…" She let the sentence hand in the air, I knew what she meant.

"If you were in my shoes, you would know how I feel. And why I must. I loved my clan, I loved fighting for y'all, but it is my time!" I snapped, turning to face them. "If you love me, let me…" The sentence was left hanging, only because my side, my left side burst into pain, flaming hot pain.

My mind flashed to death, pain, and more death. I heard gasps come up, and cheers erupted. I was going to be the first blood in the war, the first blood on the battle field.

I fell to my knee's and sank to the floor, flipping myself onto my back to gaze at the clear, cloudless sky. How was I going to die while staring up at the sky, the sky so beautifully clear and peaceful?

How could a battle rage on, while I missed out on it? Just because I was dying?

"Grace! Grace can you hear me? Come on Grace, live! It'll be alright!" Stuart's voice whispered furiously in my ear.

"If-If you loved me, let me go" my voice a whisper from the pain.

"No! We wont'! We won't let you go! Just no! " Joanna's voice cried, anger and hatred fueling the fury that followed.

"Go…Fight…" I murmured, trying to remind them they couldn't grieve, they had war.

"I will stay back; to watch her. I'll try to heal her as well." Kirstey's voice sighed. "EVERYONE! TO BATTLE!"

"Come on, Grace. Believe you will live. No one wants to lose you. Promise me you'll fight death," she whispered.

"Fine," I gasped, "Promise." I blacked out, trying to fight something I knew I would give into. It was hard to fight something you couldn't see, or feel. But you knew in your heart, was coming.