A/N: well here it is this wasn't in the plan but I know where I am going…
action is so much harder to write then angsty character thoughts. I hope I
did well. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. (Even flames are welcome its
-5 outside I need something to keep warm with)
Warning: I don't know what inner demons made me write this chapter but it is very intense and bloodily… not graphic but if you think about.
**************** (Brendan) **************
Brendan stood leaning his back against the wall of the dirty hole. He wasn't sure where Isa, another one of the teens in the rebellion, had heard about this guy. Apparently he was going to help them get more of the parts they would need for the next raid, biggest yet. He looked around the ceiling at the rats in tubes. People around the bar placed bets as the rats raced each other. Brendan had to laugh what next racing cockroaches and fleas. Although the rats in the camps looked better fed then the rats running the races. Although the rats in the bar wouldn't be caught and eaten for dinner.
He turns his attention back to his supplier, but his thoughts remained on Harper though the whole conversation. It had been three weeks since the plans had begun. Three weeks since Brendan had dragged shay from his house. Three weeks since Seamus had started going by just Harper. Not that Brendan could blame him for the name change. Seamus was not the world greatest first name. Harper fit him better anyways, always harping about something. But part of Brendan knew all the changes in Shay just drew them farther apart.
Seamus, Harper, stayed up all night working on the plans for the next big one. Brendan would find him in the morning collapsed over the latest plans. He was constantly designing new better bombs, guns and shrillers. Shay had moved into Brendan's hut and the table was covered with so many plans they had started eating the little food they had standing up. Brendan had spilled some water on the plans for one of Shay's guns and had been yelled at for an hour. Not over wasting the water but smearing some of the plans.
Brendan wasn't even sure why Shay bothered with all the planning for the weapons when he continued to build most of them completely differently. Seamus was able to just see things in his head and they never came out on paper. Somehow though, when the smoke cleared, there was an object built from scrapes that could do exactly what they needed it to.
The attack would go down in a week. For a raid it was one of the most plans attacks ever. Normally something happen, the camp got mad, and they attacked the Neizchiens camps with the few weapons they had stockpiled. This one was planed and planed. More people were joining the group. It would be the biggest raid in Boston ever. Biggest but also the most dangerous.
*****************(Harper)********************
a week later
Harper knelt down in the dirt next to Brendan and gave a sideways glance at his cousin, both of them giving each other the same half grin. They were ready for this and it was going to be the greatest day of their lives. Harper readjusted his grip on the gun he held in his hand. Over the past weeks he had build over 20 pulse blasters from spare parts that Brendan had found. Harper didn't ask for many of the details of were the parts can from he knew that there was more to them then Bren said.
Twenty feet ahead of them laid the Neitzchien barracks, where the single soldiers slept. Families were kept on the other side of the camp. Too many raids on the camps killed children in the process so the families had been moved farther into the Neitzchien camp. A Neitzchien was a Neitzchien no matter how small. Most were around 13 when they started roaming the camps looking for easy prey. Harper had shot children and he wasn't ashamed. He was alive because of it and his survival was all that mattered now.
It had been snowing for two days and the camp was covered in gray snow. The sight of the humans crawling through the mud and snow would be covered by latest storm. They knew they would still be heard. Harper waited with Brendan, Max, Isa, and Tiff for the signal. When they heard the first of the shrillers go off from the other side of the camp, then everyone but Isa army crawled closer to the barracks.
They were all soaking wet but quickly got to work. Tiff and Max two of the kids from the camp crawled under the building and began laying the charges. Harper quickly moved to the front drawing three small mines out of his pocket. He laid them at the door to the sleeping quarters. Harper heard the soldiers heading for the door to see what all the noise was. He hurried setting the last charge and running back around the building. As he rounded the corner he heard the mini bombs go off, trapping all of the soldiers inside. He rounded to the back of the building in time to see Isa and Max crawl out from the underneath trailing wires behind them. Three more explosions told them that Brendan had blown up the other exit to the bunks. Brendan rounded the corner out of breath.
"Good job cos" Harper said giving Bren wide smile.
"Lets finish this" Brendan responded. Max and Tiff continued to roll out the wires from the building to where Isa was waiting.
"If you're done with you male bonding lets blow this Popsicle stand!" Isa called out
"Literary" Harper responded as he and Brendan ran across the field to where, the rest of their team was waiting.
"Fire in the hole" Isa called as she pushed the control panel she had plugged the wires Tiff and Max had run into. The whole Neitzchien sleeping quarters collapsed and the fire was quickly consuming the place.
"YAaaaaaaaaHoooooooo" Harper cried out. The five comrades hugged, and patted each other on the back so hard Harper knew he would have bruises the next morning.
"Alright guys spread out meet up at my place in at dawn…. Till then stay low" Brendan called out trying to regain some order.
"Look" Harper called out pointing to the rest of the camp where five other building were suffering the same fate as the solider sleeping quarters. "It's that a beautiful sight."
"All the sleeping quarters, the court, and main control center burned to the ground with all the Neizchiens inside" Isa said with a smile. "They never stood a chance"
Just then the five teens heard the sound of pulse rifles firing. Across the camp they could see over a hundred well armed Neizchiens coming over the hill the camp stood on and firing at the rebels on that side of the camp. "They knew we were coming" Isa cried out.
"It's a trap" Harper yelled grabbing the pulse pistol from holster at his side. "Run" Harper shouted as he started firing wildly at the Neizchiens coming closer to their position.
"Head for the woods!" Brendan said, pointing to the trees that surrounded the whole camp.
***
"Hundred feet, Shay, Hundred feet keep running". Harper repeated to himself as he kept running. He was so tired but he had to keep running the woods he would be safe in the woods. He turned back and fired a few more shots at the Neizchiens but he the charge in his gun ran out.
"Scrapes only got you so far" Harper thought as he tossed the gun away. The woods were nearing and the Neitzchien had stopped firing. As Harper entered the first line of trees he slowed his run to a walk and leaned up against a tree. His breath came in short raged breathes. Harper saw Brendan run back and grab him.
"Come on Cos, Sorry but you have to go a little further. Can't pass out on me here" Harper felt Brendan grab his side and squeeze. What was Bren doing? That hurt. A lot! Harper looked down and was surprise at the amount of Blood he saw covering his side and Brendan's hand. Was Brendan hit? He hadn't noticed the blood on Bren when he ran up to him.
"Bren, where were you shot?" Harper asked surprised at how weak his voice sounded.
"Shay what are you talking about? You're the one bleeding all over the place" Brendan said turning to Harper and placing more pressure on his side.
"That's my blood? It doesn't hurt" Harper said in a daze.
"The deep ones never do, now stay with me! I am NOT losing you kid!" Brendan continued to drag him though the forest. Harper could feel himself fading but he still couldn't feel that he had been shot. It didn't hurt. When he was shot in the arm it hurt so badly he couldn't think straight. This well it felt like a bruise that Brendan wouldn't stop pushing on.
"I'll try," Harper managed to say but it was so slurred he couldn't even understand what he had said. Sweet darkest descended on him.
************ (Brendan) *****************
Brendan felt Seamus finally pass out in his arms. "Shay, Seamus, Seamus Zelazney Harper get up now. Come on man don't leave me." Tears treated to fill his eyes as he heard footsteps come closer to his position. He laid Harper on the ground and waited. Let them kill him. There was nothing left. He had killed his cousin, his best friend, the last of the Harper side of his family, making him the last tie to his dead mother. He watched Shay's blood pour onto the snow, crimson red mingling with white. It was the purest white most snow Brendan saw was gray but here in the woods it was white. He sat mesmerized at the white snow as his cousin's life was slowing draining on to it. Brendan kept his hands on the angry wound trying to stop the flow. He heard the footsteps come up behind him but he wasn't going to abandon Seamus in the woods.
"Stand up" a commanding voice said from behind him. Brendan slowly stood leaving his hands on Seamus till the last possible minute. "Hands on you head" Brendan raised his hands; lacing his fingers together he laid his hands on the top of his head. He squeezed his eyes shut knowing what would come next as he felt the gun pressed on to his back.
"March"
March? That wasn't supposed to come next. They were supposed to shoot him now. Leave him to die next to his cousin's body, two dead humans, just more bodies to add to the mass graves.
"MARCH" The voice shouted again and pressed the gun harder into his back.
Brendan took a step forward and then another, slowly marching to his death, fighting every muscle in his body. Why was he obeying this faceless voice with a gun? He should fight and return to his cousin side. Try and some how save Shay even if he was dying behind him. But his legs continued to more one in front of the other, taking himself away from his cousin and closer to his death.
**What do you think?**
***I'll post soon I promise*** (well as soon as I write it) ***
Warning: I don't know what inner demons made me write this chapter but it is very intense and bloodily… not graphic but if you think about.
**************** (Brendan) **************
Brendan stood leaning his back against the wall of the dirty hole. He wasn't sure where Isa, another one of the teens in the rebellion, had heard about this guy. Apparently he was going to help them get more of the parts they would need for the next raid, biggest yet. He looked around the ceiling at the rats in tubes. People around the bar placed bets as the rats raced each other. Brendan had to laugh what next racing cockroaches and fleas. Although the rats in the camps looked better fed then the rats running the races. Although the rats in the bar wouldn't be caught and eaten for dinner.
He turns his attention back to his supplier, but his thoughts remained on Harper though the whole conversation. It had been three weeks since the plans had begun. Three weeks since Brendan had dragged shay from his house. Three weeks since Seamus had started going by just Harper. Not that Brendan could blame him for the name change. Seamus was not the world greatest first name. Harper fit him better anyways, always harping about something. But part of Brendan knew all the changes in Shay just drew them farther apart.
Seamus, Harper, stayed up all night working on the plans for the next big one. Brendan would find him in the morning collapsed over the latest plans. He was constantly designing new better bombs, guns and shrillers. Shay had moved into Brendan's hut and the table was covered with so many plans they had started eating the little food they had standing up. Brendan had spilled some water on the plans for one of Shay's guns and had been yelled at for an hour. Not over wasting the water but smearing some of the plans.
Brendan wasn't even sure why Shay bothered with all the planning for the weapons when he continued to build most of them completely differently. Seamus was able to just see things in his head and they never came out on paper. Somehow though, when the smoke cleared, there was an object built from scrapes that could do exactly what they needed it to.
The attack would go down in a week. For a raid it was one of the most plans attacks ever. Normally something happen, the camp got mad, and they attacked the Neizchiens camps with the few weapons they had stockpiled. This one was planed and planed. More people were joining the group. It would be the biggest raid in Boston ever. Biggest but also the most dangerous.
*****************(Harper)********************
a week later
Harper knelt down in the dirt next to Brendan and gave a sideways glance at his cousin, both of them giving each other the same half grin. They were ready for this and it was going to be the greatest day of their lives. Harper readjusted his grip on the gun he held in his hand. Over the past weeks he had build over 20 pulse blasters from spare parts that Brendan had found. Harper didn't ask for many of the details of were the parts can from he knew that there was more to them then Bren said.
Twenty feet ahead of them laid the Neitzchien barracks, where the single soldiers slept. Families were kept on the other side of the camp. Too many raids on the camps killed children in the process so the families had been moved farther into the Neitzchien camp. A Neitzchien was a Neitzchien no matter how small. Most were around 13 when they started roaming the camps looking for easy prey. Harper had shot children and he wasn't ashamed. He was alive because of it and his survival was all that mattered now.
It had been snowing for two days and the camp was covered in gray snow. The sight of the humans crawling through the mud and snow would be covered by latest storm. They knew they would still be heard. Harper waited with Brendan, Max, Isa, and Tiff for the signal. When they heard the first of the shrillers go off from the other side of the camp, then everyone but Isa army crawled closer to the barracks.
They were all soaking wet but quickly got to work. Tiff and Max two of the kids from the camp crawled under the building and began laying the charges. Harper quickly moved to the front drawing three small mines out of his pocket. He laid them at the door to the sleeping quarters. Harper heard the soldiers heading for the door to see what all the noise was. He hurried setting the last charge and running back around the building. As he rounded the corner he heard the mini bombs go off, trapping all of the soldiers inside. He rounded to the back of the building in time to see Isa and Max crawl out from the underneath trailing wires behind them. Three more explosions told them that Brendan had blown up the other exit to the bunks. Brendan rounded the corner out of breath.
"Good job cos" Harper said giving Bren wide smile.
"Lets finish this" Brendan responded. Max and Tiff continued to roll out the wires from the building to where Isa was waiting.
"If you're done with you male bonding lets blow this Popsicle stand!" Isa called out
"Literary" Harper responded as he and Brendan ran across the field to where, the rest of their team was waiting.
"Fire in the hole" Isa called as she pushed the control panel she had plugged the wires Tiff and Max had run into. The whole Neitzchien sleeping quarters collapsed and the fire was quickly consuming the place.
"YAaaaaaaaaHoooooooo" Harper cried out. The five comrades hugged, and patted each other on the back so hard Harper knew he would have bruises the next morning.
"Alright guys spread out meet up at my place in at dawn…. Till then stay low" Brendan called out trying to regain some order.
"Look" Harper called out pointing to the rest of the camp where five other building were suffering the same fate as the solider sleeping quarters. "It's that a beautiful sight."
"All the sleeping quarters, the court, and main control center burned to the ground with all the Neizchiens inside" Isa said with a smile. "They never stood a chance"
Just then the five teens heard the sound of pulse rifles firing. Across the camp they could see over a hundred well armed Neizchiens coming over the hill the camp stood on and firing at the rebels on that side of the camp. "They knew we were coming" Isa cried out.
"It's a trap" Harper yelled grabbing the pulse pistol from holster at his side. "Run" Harper shouted as he started firing wildly at the Neizchiens coming closer to their position.
"Head for the woods!" Brendan said, pointing to the trees that surrounded the whole camp.
***
"Hundred feet, Shay, Hundred feet keep running". Harper repeated to himself as he kept running. He was so tired but he had to keep running the woods he would be safe in the woods. He turned back and fired a few more shots at the Neizchiens but he the charge in his gun ran out.
"Scrapes only got you so far" Harper thought as he tossed the gun away. The woods were nearing and the Neitzchien had stopped firing. As Harper entered the first line of trees he slowed his run to a walk and leaned up against a tree. His breath came in short raged breathes. Harper saw Brendan run back and grab him.
"Come on Cos, Sorry but you have to go a little further. Can't pass out on me here" Harper felt Brendan grab his side and squeeze. What was Bren doing? That hurt. A lot! Harper looked down and was surprise at the amount of Blood he saw covering his side and Brendan's hand. Was Brendan hit? He hadn't noticed the blood on Bren when he ran up to him.
"Bren, where were you shot?" Harper asked surprised at how weak his voice sounded.
"Shay what are you talking about? You're the one bleeding all over the place" Brendan said turning to Harper and placing more pressure on his side.
"That's my blood? It doesn't hurt" Harper said in a daze.
"The deep ones never do, now stay with me! I am NOT losing you kid!" Brendan continued to drag him though the forest. Harper could feel himself fading but he still couldn't feel that he had been shot. It didn't hurt. When he was shot in the arm it hurt so badly he couldn't think straight. This well it felt like a bruise that Brendan wouldn't stop pushing on.
"I'll try," Harper managed to say but it was so slurred he couldn't even understand what he had said. Sweet darkest descended on him.
************ (Brendan) *****************
Brendan felt Seamus finally pass out in his arms. "Shay, Seamus, Seamus Zelazney Harper get up now. Come on man don't leave me." Tears treated to fill his eyes as he heard footsteps come closer to his position. He laid Harper on the ground and waited. Let them kill him. There was nothing left. He had killed his cousin, his best friend, the last of the Harper side of his family, making him the last tie to his dead mother. He watched Shay's blood pour onto the snow, crimson red mingling with white. It was the purest white most snow Brendan saw was gray but here in the woods it was white. He sat mesmerized at the white snow as his cousin's life was slowing draining on to it. Brendan kept his hands on the angry wound trying to stop the flow. He heard the footsteps come up behind him but he wasn't going to abandon Seamus in the woods.
"Stand up" a commanding voice said from behind him. Brendan slowly stood leaving his hands on Seamus till the last possible minute. "Hands on you head" Brendan raised his hands; lacing his fingers together he laid his hands on the top of his head. He squeezed his eyes shut knowing what would come next as he felt the gun pressed on to his back.
"March"
March? That wasn't supposed to come next. They were supposed to shoot him now. Leave him to die next to his cousin's body, two dead humans, just more bodies to add to the mass graves.
"MARCH" The voice shouted again and pressed the gun harder into his back.
Brendan took a step forward and then another, slowly marching to his death, fighting every muscle in his body. Why was he obeying this faceless voice with a gun? He should fight and return to his cousin side. Try and some how save Shay even if he was dying behind him. But his legs continued to more one in front of the other, taking himself away from his cousin and closer to his death.
**What do you think?**
***I'll post soon I promise*** (well as soon as I write it) ***