Author's Note
This story will switch perspective a lot between chapters. For example, this chapter is from Chuck's perspective and the next one will be from Silvers. This to really show how the world of Resistance is and what each character is going through. Red is the main character though, and over time the focus will increasingly be switched to him overtime as the story progresses. Anyways, enjoy the chapter and please leave a review if you liked it. Concrit is always welcomed ;)
It was a dark evening on the cold streets of Piggy Island. Crowds of people flocked (literally) to get back to here houses before the curfew was in effect. The neon propaganda signs turned off, and shops closed their store-fronts. Chuck had just finished hanging out with Bomb and Hal for the afternoon and was hurriedly speeding home for the night. His legs had almost worn out by the time he arrived at his small hut. Opening the door he was greeted by an unfamiliar sight.
"Ah, , you're back! Please take a seat, I and my assistant need to, umm..,"
"Discuss some things with you".
It was the Reichsmarshall, accompanied by a small Pig dressed in standard army garb.
"Oh, hehe.. I wasn't expecting you so late !" Chuck said nervously.
The Reichsmarshall glared at the Canary before mumbling something to his partner.
"Yes sir, I'll get it immediately". The small Pig said proudly.
The pig walked past him and out the door, Chuck wondered why an Officer of such a high ranking was at his house, but it must be good, right? He was loyal after all.
"Alright, I'm gonna get straight to the point Chuck" Foreman boldly exclaimed.
"Of course sir".
The Pig handed Chuck a small folder labeled "Red" in sharpie.
"Do you know who Red is?" He asked.
"Of course! He's my best friend!" Chuck exclaimed happily.
"Well, he won't be anymore, I and my partner have substantial evidence that he's linked with the Resistance. Did you know this?".
"W-what? Of course not! I always hated him!".
"Good, Chuck. Because soon you'll be helping us get rid of him".
Chuck gasped, now he realized why they were here.
"Getting rid of him? But he's my bes-, enemy! He's my best enemy! Of course I'll help you destroy him or whatever" He lied.
"Great! I thought you would put up some kind've resistance or something. Glad I don't have to waste ammo! Heh heh heh" The Reichsmarshall chuckled
"Well, do you have any notes or anything that would help us in the investigation?"
Chuck bit his lip. He didn't want to betray his friend like this, especially after hanging out with him. So he lied.
"I'm afraid not, sir. We don't talk very much" He frantically said.
"But I thought he was your best friend? Don't best friends talk to each other regularly?" The Pig questioned.
"I mean, Reds not the social type. He never wants to do anything and he's always depressed".
"Hmmm, ok"
"I guess we'll have to come back tomorrow then," Foreman said.
The small pig opened the door again and approached the Reichsmarshall, handing him a letter.
"Thank you, Ross".
"Of course sir!".
Chuck glared at the letter and tried to read the return address to no avail.
"Chuck, this is for you," Foreman said, handing him the letter.
"It's from your sister, Silver. All of the Pigs admire her, she's really great," Foreman added.
"Silver? Why would she send me a letter this late in the night?" Chuck questioned.
"Anyways Chuck we'll be going back to the Castle, we hope to see you later for further questioning," exclaimed the Pig.
"Of course, sir. I'll see you then".
"Heil Leonard".
"Heil Leonard!".
The Pigs both walked out, silently closing the door.
Chuck laid back, mentally exhausted by the visit.
"Man, I love Red. I don't know if I can betray someone like him" Chuck said to himself.
He rolled over on his side, clutching the letter in his wings.
"I wonder what this letter says".
Soon he fell asleep on the floor, and the night passed into a bright, colorful morning. Chuck slowly opened his eyes and realized how hungry he was. He hadn't eaten anything since his visit to Bomb's house, and his hair and feathers were a mess.
"The letter can wait".