With the dim light of the fire, the only discernable shapes were of the fore-most trees and an occasional stirring animal. Bryan, already on edge, surveyed his surroundings carefully, his ears pricked at the slightest sound. He shuffled himself back under the Fir-tree and continued to peer out passed the dimly lit trees and into the darkness. He had the uncomfortable feeling that something was staring back at him.
Something was there.
He strained to listen for the faintest indication of their presence, but the sound of his pounding heart filled his ears. He wasn't afraid, more readying himself for them. He wanted a chance to test Boris's new soldiers, his new elite. He peered from underneath the Fir-tree's hem, up into the canopy of the closest trees, he couldn't see them but he was sure that they were there; it was only a matter of time until they had to move. He watched intently as the canopy of the trees began go shake wildly.
Then nothing...Only silence.
He continued to gaze out into the midst of the tree branches; they twisted and shook as if on their own accord. Again he had caught no glimpse of his enemy. They were toying with him. If they thought they could scare him they were seriously mistaken and if they thought they could pick him off easily then they'd pay for their under estimation.
He kicked snow over his small fire and watched it die slowly, he saw nothing in the fading light but if he couldn't, neither could they. Suddenly he felt the vibration of something heavy hit the tree he was underneath. He stared upward into the belly of the tree. But still he saw nothing. A surge of anger swept through him; if his enemy wouldn't come to him then he'd go to his enemy. With a grunt he threw himself against the trunk of the tree but before he could begin the scale it, something grabbed him from behind and threw him to the ground. He got unsteadily up onto his feet and looked around even though he could see nothing. Suddenly a blow landed in his stomach and then one in his side, winded he fell to his knees.
He was shocked that he'd been overcome so easily by them, they obviously been train well, perhaps better than even the Demolition boys. He had heard Boris talk about his next set of Super-Soldiers but he had always thought that he and the rest of his team alike, were the most advanced form of these so-called Super-soldiers. Obviously he'd been mistaken. he reared up preparing to fight back and with a dull thud something struck the back of his head. he feel back into the snow.
"Bastards..." he chocked, rapidly loosing consciousness.
struggling to maintain consciousness, he fought hard as one of the guards bound his hands and two others grabbed him by the ankles and began to drag him into the depths of the forest, everything grew darker and he slipped away...
Aurthor note: all will become clear soon ;P
