"Well, get on with it!" someone from the crowd of people shouted.

"Yes, it is arranged that these mutants are going to fight against Russia. But, if they survive the war, somehow, we will allow them freedom from confinement, but under a watch. If they try anything while under the watch, they will be taken back here," said the man who worked here.

"That doesn't change the fact that most of them are probably going to die!" another person screamed.

"None of them been to war or know what to expect. You can't just throw them into something if they have no chance in completing the deal!" a lady yelled.

"Oh, I know. We can't do anything about that. Finish talking to each other. In a few minutes, you will all be escorted back to the plane," the man said, practically chuckling. He jumped down from what he was standing on and disappeared from sight.

Soda spun around again and placed both of his hands on the glass. He spoke quickly, panicked that he would run out of time. "Listen, Pony, you have to survive."

"How will I do that?" I asked. I want to survive. I want to be free from here and be back home. But, a kid, with no experience, has no chance in war. It makes it even worse

"Just don't do anything. Stay out of trouble. Avoid any combat and escape."

"Yeah, kid, don't do anything that would get you killed. Your notorious for not using your brain," Steve spoke up.

"I don't want to go…" I whimpered.

Before anyone could say anything, a handful of guards walked up to us and started to escort the gang out. I didn't notice this earlier, but the hall was pretty empty. We didn't get much of a goodbye. The guards were practically pressing guns to their back so they wouldn't try anything. I watched their backs disappear around a corner and fell into despair again.

My eyes were red and puffy, cheeks stained with the trails of tears. My hands were still trembling. I was still sitting against the glass when the same man who made the deal practically slammed his fists on the window. I jumped back, pushing away from the glass with my legs.

"We need a small talk," he growled, glaring into my soul. "I've been told that you are the reason for the uproar. How did you find out? You couldn't have just found out on your own. Someone would have helped you."

I could only stare back at him as I swallowed the lump in my throat. I couldn't deny it. It was obvious that it was me. I wondered what was going to happen to me. Were they going to punish me? There couldn't be more of a punishment besides sending me to war.

"I'll need to have a personal talk to Dr. Wright."

I never saw the scientist again.

o-o-o

The roar of the engine in the plane muffled the shouts of the guards that were on either side of the line of uniform-clad mutants. There had been more of us than I thought there was, but still a small number. We were loaded inside and placed in seats.

The plane was small. It wasn't like an actual soldier transportation plane that could hold like a hundred soldiers. They wanted to ship us there away from the other recruits just in case we decided to attack them. A few days ago, the other mutants were taken off of the drug so that they could get over the withdrawal. Those days were practically hectic. The quiet hall was filled with bangs from people slamming against the walls, whimpers, and conversations from everyone who worked there. Since those few days, there have been even more guards and more restraints.

A few guards walked down the row, stopping at each one of us to place the seatbelts on as well as take the constraints off of us. The guard stopped in front of me and unstrapped me from the straitjacket, much to my relief, then strapped me in. I tried to stretch my arms, but every guard turned to me and pointed their weapons. I lowered my hands.

A minute passed and the doors closed and the plane shot up into the sky. The plane rocked back and forth and I was glad that I didn't have motion sickness. It was going to take many hours before we arrive.

Each passing moment was worse than sitting in the cell like I had before. I was closer to death each second. When we were about an hour away from entering Russian territory, we were all exhausted. It was nearly impossible to take a nap on the rocking plane and our anxiety made sure to keep us awake.

"Remember, in war, it's kill or be killed," was the last thing that I heard before the plane landed. We unstrapped our seatbelts. The plane door opened and we were practically all pushed outside. Our feet pressed into the grass. I was glad that it was summer instead of winter. History knows that we would never win if it was winter. In the distance, there were gunshots.

The doors of the plane closed and soon took off again. I took a shuddered breath. Here we go.

None of us knew what to do. We weren't sure what to do, since we weren't given squadrons or instructions besides to kill. None of us knew where exactly we were or where the nearest town is or city was.

"Where are you going?" one of the mutants asked. I turned my attention to the commotion. A couple people were going separate ways, spreading away from the group.

"I don't know what you guys are going to do, but I'm going to help our country and try to get this war over with," one of them answered.

"I'm going to try to avoid trouble," another answered.

"We should stay in a group!" another exclaimed.

"Are you kidding me? We are more visible as a group. I want to live!"

"Y'all could hide, but the longer the war takes place, the longer we're stuck here. If anyone wants to help, come with me," the person before said. Everyone stayed where they were, hesitant on what to pick. Most of them were leaning more on the hide side, because they knew that killing was wrong. I, myself, knew that I wouldn't be able to kill anyone. I wasn't tuff like that. Slowly, people began to take sides. More people than I thought, took the war side. I had to take the hide side.

I watched the group of mutants leave with the other mutants that were about to take their separate path. When they were out of sight, I started to walk one way slowly, wishing I had some company. I didn't want to go alone, but everyone was set on not being seen as much as possible.

There was a loud boom behind me. I felt hot pressure against my back that reminded me of when my school was bombed. I swerved around and wished that I haven't. A mine has been set off. Fortunately, I, as well as the other mutants, were far enough away to not be caught in the mess. Unfortunately, the person that set it off didn't make it. Their body was a mutilated. The skin was blasted off of the body, making the face unrecognizable. Chunks of their body were thrown around like confetti.

I tore my attention away, the image burning in my mind, right when there was the first gunshot.

o-o-o

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