Chapter 2: Resistance

"You thought those petty guard dogs could kill me? You really thought I could just die? You, are the most idiotic bastard ever, how should you know what happened," cried the Mole.

"Well, if those dogs didn't kill you, I will," Eric laughed.

"You? Kill me? I laugh at you fatboy."

"That's it. Let the anger out, but as you can see, I'm in control. I will kill you, not your way, but my way."

Eric pulled out a rusty pipe, lowering it; he quickly disarmed the Mole, and took a swift blow towards the Mole's head.

"If you think that was it, I'm just starting."

Eric drew back the pipe, this time he repeatedly crashed the pipe on the Mole's head, until the room splattered with blood, the body, horribly disfigured, and then Eric laughed like a madman.


"Get him out of there!"

"I'm sorry Stan, he's got no pulse. He's dead."

"But Wendy," Stan cried.

"Its to late for anything Stan. We might as well let him die in the way he wanted."

"To die trying to kill him? That's what he wanted?"

"He wanted revenge," Wendy replied solemnly, "I'm sorry."

Suddenly, the front door on the clubhouse swung open. The clubhouse, meeting spot of the resistance, was an old shed made with wood, but was expanded many times, now able to hold 100 children. An old cobble stone road connected the abandoned shed with civilization.

"I'm sorry I was late," Kyle said.

"No problem, but we've got some news for you," replied Stan.

"What?"

"Well, at about 15:00 in military time, the Mole had successfully infiltrated Eric's compound with his squad. After running into guards, the Mole's group separated. At 18:00, or 6:00, the Mole had broken into sector 2 of the compound. Eric then proceeded to kill him in a gruesome fashion. The rest of the Mole's group went missing soon later," Wendy stated.

"That bastard!" Kyle yelled.

"Well, now that you're here, we better get the meeting started."


"Now that we are all here, let us begin the meeting," announced Gregory, "As you know, the Mole was killed during a covet assassination attempt against the fat ass. Today, we discuss other options to delay, or even kill him?"

A timid hand shot up, shaking, but nevertheless, up.

"Yes, Ike?"

"Well, why don't we get someone to work for Eric. Someone on the inside, and then when he least expects it, we all, and I mean ALL, jump in the windows, capture him, and take him as prisoner."

Blank faces stared across the room, accompanied by laughter.

"I'm sorry Ike, but our Chinese branch had tried the idea, for it seemed like a good one to, but it ended in failure, causing China to be nuked," Gregory replied melancholy.

"Good riddance," someone had commented.

"Any others?"

Several hands jumped.

"Ok, Token?"

"Can I go home?"

"Token, do you think this is a game? Do you think we are risking our lives for fun? This is serious. We need men who will fight in what is right. We need justice and order in this dying world. We-"

"Oh shut up, Greg. God, so I think this is a game! I'm leaving!"

"Greg, don't worry about him," Kyle whispered.

"Ya, let's continue the meeting shall we," Stan added.


Meanwhile, in a dark room, Eric sat down with a familiar face. He stared at the child, feeling disgusted. He began relaying instructions to child, hoping this would teach the resistance a lesson.

"Ok you know what to do right? Just push the trigger when you get there. When you do, you'll be dead, but then that will signal our troops to storm in. Got it?"

Through his jacket, his muffled answer was, "Yes sir!"

"Good."

Eric left the clone in the room alone. He walked down the corridor, entered the farthest door, and entered a world of darkness. In the middle of the room, was a child, strapped in a chair, in a vegetative coma, his eyes, staring blankly at the walls, his whole body, dirty, and disgusting. Staring at him, Eric felt content, and chuckled.

"Do you remember the good times we had as children? Children without a single care of the world? I always felt you were my best friend. All those times I said I hate you, I really didn't. I'm sorry I have to do this to you, but its good business, isn't it Kenny?"