I am very sorry I have had to make you all wait so long for the newest chapter, but it's up now, and I hope you like it… the cliff-hanger is horrendous…

Also, I'd like to thank everyone for their feedback, so please keep reading and rating, there will quite a few more chapters after this one so… enjoy.


Chapter Seven - Cannibalism

"You didn't comply. Therefore your president shall be killed. An attack will be launched on your country."

"But-"

"We warned you. You chose to ignore us. We are not a force to be reckoned with."

There was a click and the phone went dead, leaving the American in a state of shock.


Alex placed his hand on the wood and pressed softly. It was strong wood, probably made from Oak, and it was at least three inches thick. The wall was too high to jump, and there wasn't any crevices in which to place his feet, Alex sighed and stepped back, and then he realised…

It has a machine gun, a grenade launcher and a grappling hook...

a grappling hook…

a grappling hook…

Good ol' Smithers… Alex thought

Alex flicked the switch to "Grappling Hook" and aimed just over the wall, he had to just pray that no one was watching when the hook went over. He squeezed the trigger, the gun jolted and a small hook glided over the wall. He tugged and he felt resistance, the hook was stuck.

He pressed the retract button and Alex was dragged forward with amazing speed. He was pulled up the side of the wall and stopped when the wire had fully retracted. After hoisting himself up, he quickly scanned the compound to make sure no one had seen him, he was lucky, no one had.

He pulled the hook from the wall, pushed the gun into his belt and jumped down, making as much noise as a cat.

He stealthily made his way forward, using the broken walls and rubble as cover, he reached the first hut and peeked in through a gap in the window. The room was empty except for a large chain hanging from the ceiling, the floor beneath it stained a crimson red.

"Sick sons of…" Alex muttered, a look of pure disgust upon his face. There was a creak, Alex turned around, a man had just rounded the corner, he was still looking away… Alex looked around for somewhere to hide… he jumped through the window into the blood stained room.


A small crowd of people were following. It was a private feeding, the leader of the rebels was going to eat the president in the ritual room, people were allowed to watch through the windows, but anybody who entered the room would be killed.

"Bring him." The leader called into the crowd. A small bead of sweat trickled down the side of the President's face, no one could save him now, he was going to die a long, painful death and he couldn't do anything about it.

He was dragged into a small room and his hands were fastened to a chain that hung in the centre of the room. The president looked out of the dust covered window, wanting to view the sky one last time, and then he noticed the teenager…


With no where else to go, Alex had climbed onto the ceiling, using cracks in the wall to hold himself up.

A wave of hope spread across the presidents body, but then vanished as he realised that it was only a child. What could a child do that several bodyguards couldn't?

The leader locked the door from the inside and stepped to the president. He pulled the victims head closer to his and licked his cheek, savouring the flavour of his sweat.

Alex struck… he swung from the ceiling and slammed his heel into the back of the rebels head. The man stumbled forward and fell against the wall, he regained himself quickly and spun around, flinging his fist at Alex. Using his slow movements, Alex grabbed the mans fist, wrenched it over his head and pulled. There was a crack and the wrist fell limp. Alex whipped the gun from his belt, flicked the switch to "gun," and placed it against the rebels temple. "Any last words?" He asked politely to the man nursing his broken wrist.

"Go to hell you mother-" Crack. The mans head exploded, Alex winced as blood was splattered across the room.

Cries of anger and outrage pierced the room and people started to bang on the windows. Alex fired the gun again, this one broke the chain binding the President.

The windows that the people were pounding on began to crack… hands began to reach in…

They were trapped.