What's gonna happen sarge?

I don't know private, but please hope it isn't death by probing!

Chapter 12

I woke up to sort of a semi conscious mind. I tried to sit up, but found myself restrained by rope on the hands. I looked to my right, and saw Brankheart and Marry.

"It's about time you woke up son, you had yourself a little nap." Brankheart said, sitting up a bit.

"What happened?" I replied, trying to rub my head, but couldn't.

"You went psycho, you smashed up your room, threw a soldier out the door, and then blacked out." Mary said, with a sympathetic look in her eye.

I then looked at my hands, and found the gloves off, I then looked at them with a worried face.

"We know now Howard, that……you're one of them." Mary said, answering the question that I was about to give.

"I am not one of them!" I replied

I then heard the static of my radio, except it wasn't on me, it was on Willium.

"Excuse me." He then walked out the door.

Then, to my surprise, Mary started crying, and it made me uneasy, unable to do anything but watch. Then, again to my surprise, she started yelling out.

"Why!"

"What?"

"Why do you have to be a hero, WHY!!!?"

She then ran out of the room, almost knocking over Willium. He gave me a cold stare.

"I didn't do anything, hell, I barely know her, why would she be so worked over with me?"

Willium then sat down, and stared at me for what seemed like a few minutes. He then opened his mouth to speak.

"Your men have the munitions, and are trying to move them back to our position."

"Well, that's good."

He then sat there for a while longer before speaking again.

"John, tell me about your family."

I was shocked by this question, for all the time in the military, the only time I heard that question was when I was first enlisted.

"Why?"

"Just tell me."

"Well, we lived way out in new York. I had no brothers or sisters. By the age of nine, my mother left us, forcing my dad to do some….horrible stuff just to get enough money to keep us fed, and in a house. It cost him his life when I was sixteen. I got the news indirectly by one of my friends at school. I left, and joined the army as soon as I was of age, and that's pretty much it."

Willium stayed there, unblinking. He then got up to leave, and halfway through the door, he turned around.

"You know how your mother left you."

"Yea?"

"She went, got married yet again…. And had another kid, John, Mary's your sister."

He then left, leaving me dumbstruck, and surprisingly angry at the fact that I didn't know. I tried breaking the rope, and found it as brittle as string, and was soon free and sneaking towards the makeshift armory to get my guns.

I reached the armory, and got my guns and knife in their rightful positions, when I heard footsteps. I quickly climbed on top of one of the boxes to my left, and stayed there. A civilian came walking in, not too long after. He grabbed a .45 and a clip, loaded it, pulled the slider back, and walked out of the room.

That's weird, only me, my men, and Brankheart are authorized to take guns, and/or give them to people. I thought to myself. I decided to follow him, and found him at the door of my room, talking to someone else.

"Are you sure you want to do this Steve?" One of the civilians said.

"Yea, one less freak to worry about." The one named Steve said. He then walked into my room, and came running out.

"He's gone, tell Willium, go now!"

Uh Oh I thought, I then looked for an exit, and saw a window to my right. I then ran through it, landing up right, and headed towards the middle of the city.