Noun: loyalty
1. the quality of being loyal

2. feelings of allegiance

3. the act of binding yourself (intellectually or emotionally) to a course of action
Synonyms: allegiance, commitment, dedication

Title: Loyalty
Summary: There's always someone who's loyal. And loyalty can get you killed. Loyalty can save a life. But there are always consequences.

Hello! Yes, I know, its a new fanfiction. And I'm still working on "Brothers" and "Forever A Hardy"... I'm just following my muse! ;) This is going to be a five chapter story...Hope you enjoy and don't forget to review!

EDIT 6/22/2021- THIS IS NO LONGER A FIVE CHAPTER STORY LOL

This is for all the people who have been killed for their loyalty to our country. I salute you.

This writing format is going to change in the first chapter. I will change to my usual format then. :)

Prologue
3 Years Earlier

I glare at the insane man who grips my hair and pulls me forward, closer to his sweaty face. I can smell the alcohol on him, I try not to cringe as he tightens his grip. I had been here for days, trying to not allow him near my friend's family..Then he found out I was a spy for my friend. He had captured me, beaten me and thrown me in a jail cell. One week later, I found myself here.

"Are you working for Hardy?" He asks. I divert my eyes away from his, he grabs my chin forcefully and demands me to look at him. "Are you working for Hardy?"

"Who cares?" I spat.

"I do. Now, tell me!" I shake my head, my headache worsening. I had not gotten any drink of water or ate any food since he had captured me. I was starving.

"I won't tell you," I answer as sweat pours down my forehead and onto the slimy cement ground.

"Yes, you will," He hisses before letting go of my hair. He takes a step backward then gives me a punch in the gut. I double over, my breath knocked out of me.

"Now, tell me!"

"I have Joseph, now tell me!" I gasp. That was supposed to be my goal...to protect Joseph and his brother. To protect.

"You...you...what?"

"Yes, I do have Joseph, that little brat!" My heart pounds before blurting out the words that was not supposed to be said.

"You don't have him!"

"Well, thank you for answering!"

"NOOOOOO! You can't get him! Please, no, don't hurt him." I beg, straining against the ropes that bound me.

"...Shut up. I won't need you anymore." I lower my head to my chest in defeat. I was sad.

"At least I didn't accept the job from you, Father!" I snap, anger boils inside of me. My Dad slaps me, his face turns red at the sound of my voice calling him father. "What are you... embarrassed?!"

"SHUT UP!" He slaps me again and orders his thugs to take me away. Was he going to kill his only son? I highly doubt that he would not. He probably would...since I was against him.

I hoped you liked it! I am super excited for ya'll to read this! Please review, follow, favorite! I would love to hear from you! ~VRT