Fighting Someone Else's War

Chapter Two – An Ally or an Enemy?

His body still numb and for an unusual reason his head was ringing. Why? Well he didn't know and he didn't want to know… well actually he did. But that wasn't what he got, what he got was his eyes opening to meet a crowd of people around him. His captors didn't seem to notice the Ranger gaining consciousness as they were all occupied talking about someone… someone like him, Private Ryan Andrews. Deciding to spy a little bit he remained unconscious.

'…he's a threat and should be executed immediately!' said a harsh voice. Not someone too friendly and someone definitely wanted him dead.

'Now, now Cornelius. Should we actually perform this act of barbarism?'

'Albus this isn't barbarism, it's too keep the secret from the Muggles' attention. We don't want to whole world knowing about us and I'm sure you don't want the Muggles on your tail as well?' There was silence so the voice, the voice of Cornelius continued. 'Now this is the procedure. We shall kill him in his sleep therefor he will not know and will not suffer.'

There was silence in the air. Although no one said it the feeling was there. It was the feeling of shock and horror mixed with the feeling of agreement. They knew that it was necessary but the idea was too horrible to imagine. To them it was pure murder without honour… as if murder had any honour in it. The group found the plan an act of the dark side but Cornelius found it necessary.

'Alright. Shall we do it?' No one answered so Cornelius took it as an agreement. 'Very well then. I shall do it.'

Peeking through his eyelids he saw the man hold up his hand with something in it. Shocked, Ryan opened his eyelids and scared the people around him. Everyone gasped as the soldier suddenly regained his consciousness. The man named Cornelius opened his mouth to say something but it was too late. Ryan dove towards the man and knocked him down. He took out his pistol, to his amazement that they hadn't stripped him from his weapons, had smashed it's butt to the mans temple knocking him out. With that he left the room as fast as he could. Looking back he noticed that no one was following him and kicked down a door and hid in.

Checking his equipment he noticed that he still had his flak vest and helmet strapped to his head. He reached for his rifle but noticed its presence was missing. So they did strip him from something, his buddy in combat, the M4.

He heard noise of footsteps rumbling down. There were people shouting at each other about his whereabouts. Ryan was ready for what was coming his way but what he wasn't ready was this: someone telling him that he wasn't dreaming. The young Ranger was trying to get himself to believe that this was a bad dream and everything went to hell. If it was real life… well then hell was definitely around.

'Check the Great Hall! I'll look for him in the corridors!' shouted a voice.

Footsteps died into the distance, no one was left in the hallway outside. For now no one would be on his tail but in the end someone would surely check his hidden room so to keep away he would have to keep moving. With that in mind Ryan left his hideout and into the empty hallway. Like checking a busy road intersection he looked left and right then headed off straight again.

After a few intersection of hallways he decided to hide out in another room. He ran down the corridor until he suddenly stopped in his tracks. There on the ground was his M4/M203 carbine. The Ranger picked up the weapon, checked the ammo, and kicked the gargoyle for no apparent reason only to be answered: 'What is the password?'

Ryan checked his ears just to make sure he wasn't dreaming and asked the gargoyle: 'What password?' The gargoyle responded that those with the password may enter the secret chamber. Secret huh? Well Ryan needed to hideout, to be low and stay out of view. So taking a shot in the dark he said "mountain freshness". To his surprise the gargoyle began to stir and hopped aside leaving the frame of a doorway. The soldier took the chance and entered to the secret chamber.

The secret door opened and let the Ranger pass inside and closing behind him. Ryan didn't look into the chamber, because after entering he checked his carbine to make sure it was still working. He unloaded his magazine then loaded it again and cocked it just to make sure. After that he checked his equipment just to make sure he was prepared to go up against uneven odds. Deciding that he was ready for anything that came his way he turned and looked at the sight in front of him: a pool and lots of bath tubs with drapes around the and… someone looking straight back at him.

He was looking right back at the person, at her to be more exact. She had blonde, almost golden, waist length hair that covered the back of her slight tanned body. Her shocked eyes were crystal blue and he noticed, just recently, that all she had on was a towel covering herself. Deciding that this was the girl's bathroom and he left immediately.

He exited the bathroom and took two deep breaths in. 'What just happened?' was one of his thoughts. Clearing that out of his head he ran to the next intersection of hallways and took and left and then right, another right, down a flight of stairs then a left turn. He ended up outside a dining hall with hundred of students eating and chatting unaware of his presence. The Ranger concocted a plan: he would leave when the students left and… except the only way out seemed to be the door on the other side or his way.

'… Miss O'Toole said that he left this way…' said a distant voice.

Looking back he knew that they were on their way and were close behind. There were two options that were presented: shoot everyone and die or scare all the kids in the dining hall and make it to the door on the other side. Either way he was screwed so he decided to do an early Halloween.

Ryan charged into dining hall surprising everyone around him. They all looked at him in silence for a minute before shouting out in shock and getting out of his way. The Ranger heard the familiar snapping sounds of bullets but they weren't ammunition, they were jets of light.

The soldier ran to the door and tried to kick it open but it was locked. He looked back and noticed that all the adults had him surrounded and the students had their 'sticks of wood' pointing at his direction as well. He was trapped and there was a decision to make…

'Put your weapon down!' shouted a man with greasy black hair.

Time was running out and he needed to do something. He wasn't going to be taken prisoner without a fight, which left him with choices: fight his way out or surrender to his enemy. If he fought his way out there would be a chance that he would run out of ammunition but if he surrendered then they would ask him questions and he wasn't willing to co-operate with them. So it looked like there was only one thin left to do, the noble thing…

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Author's Note: This is the third chapter of FSEW. Review please!