Chapter 7

An Old Enemy

Waiting around the room waiting for orders was starting to get boring and the only thing to watch on TV was the news. Ron wasn't the type of guy who laid around all day indoors, it drives him insane. Orders are orders though and you have to follow them... damn I hate being told what to do.

It had had been four days since they've settled here in there new hideout but Francis told him not to get to comfortable. If Ron got a nickle every time his friend had said that he would be rich by now. Wonder what it would be like to be rich and wealthy but how the hell would he ever become rich. "Ron get in here." Francis called for him from the surveillance room. Ron was full of joy that he got up and over to Francis like he won a shiny trophy.

"Why the hell you skipping like Miss America to me." Francis was all up in his business now making the excitement of getting up on his feet and doing a bit of activity not fun at all. From the tone of his voice he didn't sound too thrilled what he was about to order him to do. Francis was no longer looking at him but began to speak to him while his eyes were glued to the screen. "You see that lad right sitting on the bench wearing the baseball cap?" Francis was pointing on the fourth screen down with his finger on the man sitting on the bench.

"Well with your finger on that guy I sure do now." Ron had a bad habit of back talking and with that he got his foot stomped on by Francis. He clench his foot in pain while standing up on the other. "Mmmm... I see him sir."

He replied while holding in his cry of pain. Francis rubbed the top of his head, probably trying to get some thinking power in that big head of his... Eventually he told him "Hes been there for three days now, comes and stays during the same time of day from 0800 to 1800. I think he might be a spy." After hearing the news Ron was serious now going on full military alert because if Francis was right then their whole operation in France could be jeopardized.

"Now my next question would have to be if you had seen this lad?" Ron took one glance at the monitor the so called spy was on and studied him closely. He couldn't see his face, the ball cap he wore over shadowed his face.

"Do we have any more camera angles on him?" Ron was hoping for a positive answer but the reply he received was negative. "I wish... but they couldn't put anymore of them up or they would be to noticeable..." Well damn that sucks better than being spotted out by the French though.

"I know you've been dieing to go out Ron how about you go out there and check it out mate." That Brightened up Ron's mood like setting off a match. "I'll be right on it for you sir I'll see whats going on." He started walking out the of the surveillance room but Francis stopped him to say something else. "How bout you bring Tom too he's been wanting to get out of here to get some air too." Wow seriously Tom sticks right out of the crowd... big muscular black guy sneaking around. He remembered when he first saw Tom put on civilian wear just didn't look right... he always wore camouflage but you can't wear a uniform around here that would be beyond idiotic and stupidity itself.

Ron made his way to the secret door that led out doors but go Tom on his way there as well. "Alright finally... never thought I'd be excited for a mission but my legs are killing me just sitting here." Tom was definitely a man of action. "Yea me too lets head out and check this guy out, don't spook him though."

They opened up the door which from the outside looked like a normal painting closed it then started walking own the stairs. "You think this guy might end up being an apprentice?" Tom asked nervously "I don't know I sure as hell hope he ain't but if he is I can handle it." Tom shook his head. " What you meant to say was we both can handle it." But all Ron did was smirk. "I don't know normal humans don't usually have much luck against them..."

"Oh come on don't exaggerate I could take them out with these bad boys." Tom held up his arm showing of his muscles." Ron wanted to laugh but he didn't, it would just get him more pumped up. Ron had seen apprentices flip over a tanks before and if they could do that they sure as hell could kill Tom but no need for anymore negative thoughts. "Alright big boy lets go out and check things out." They walked outside but not to a

peaceful neighborhood .

"Stop right there!" A French general ordered standing by a whole group of French soldiers aiming their guns at them. Son of a bitch when did all these troops arrive, but that wasn't the only group of people who were there... He saw the same man who had been sitting at the bench but this time his eyes were clearly glowing red indicating he was one of those disgusting apprentices, he had already met him before and he was known as A13 usually also known as the unlucky one . "Wrong time to go out and get some fresh air ain't it gentlemen." The apprentice said with a wide loathsome grin. "Ah go fuck off you bloody fiend." Tom shouted out toward the apprentice. But the remark didn't seem to hurt the apprentice at all kinda took it as a joke only to laugh. "You got some balls black man what is your name and I already know yours cunt." A13 cursed while touching the large scar that ran down the side of his face. He and Ron had met each other several times in the past before... that how he got that scar down his face. " I don't think I want to tell you red eyes..."

"Your friend here doesn't watch his use of words much does he... yellow eyes..." A13 better watch his words... "I always hated you disgusting yellow eyes... your all just the group of deformed mutants." He really better watch his words... "Well atleast their deformed mutants with a mind of their own." Tom said it looking straight in the red glowing eyes of anger. "You apologize to me right now human or I will have my men slaughter you and your like the pigs you are right here right now." Ron glanced at Tom and Tom glanced at Ron.

Ron knew very well Tom wasn't going to even if it meant dying here on enemy soil. "Ten" A13 was starting to countdown now "Nine" If Ron was in Tom's shoes he would've do the same thing "Eight" Ron hated the apprentices with all anger "Seven" He pledged to himself that he would rip off the heads of those bloody bastards "Six" Tom and himself might not make it out alive... "Five" But they ain't going down without without a fight "Fou..." Before the hideous apprentice could finish Ron waved his hand over his eyes instantly activating his SH and used his high speed ability as well as strength to lift Tom up and run out of the line of fire.

As Ron running down the street the French troops were firing from behind him leaving the a trail of bullets following them. "You better run faster!" Its a lot easier for you to say. But they when Ron made a turn down the street French troops were lined up blocking the street too. "Shit!" Tom thought it was all over but Ron wasn't ever going to go down. "Hang on" Ron turned toward a building and started running up the side of it as well as the bullets coming up toward them breaking windows and ricocheting all over the place. "They don't give a damn who gets hurt do they?" There were many thing Ron could say... "Well as long as they kill us they really don't." But the two soon realized the bullets weren't the only thing running up on the wall with them. "You die today!" A13 swung a combat knife right Ron but barely missed.

Finally they got to the top of the house now running on top of the roof. "Not today not ever!" They were jumping from roof to roof sometimes barely making it. A13 made another attempt to stab them but instead slashed a long cut down Tom's back. "Ah you fucker!" The apprentice laughed "I love the smell of blood I want more." He made another attempt but this time Ron came to a halt and put his leg out tripping the clumsy blood thirsty apprentice. A13 fell over on to his face also skidding (from the great amount of speed) on the tiles leaving a little blood trail. "That's another other scar to add to that ugly face of yours." Ron put Tom back on the ground then took out his own knife. "Your going to pay for that you piece of filth!" The Two SH hurled into each other igniting a fierce knife battle while Tom who couldn't do nothing stood and watched.

The knives of the SH clashed together many times at such a fast speed spars flew off from the small blades. "I will cut your face off and hang it from the Eiffel tower." The threats A13 were just brutal but a few words wouldn't hurt him. "Yea well... to bad you be able to ever do that." They two blades came to a standstill as they were locked together, both of them were pushing against each other trying to slip past and make a blow. "I think I will!" The apprentice kicked Ron in the chest flinging him a few feet away and crashed into the ground. Before Ron could get back up the apprentice pinned him to the ground with his black boot on top. "I would I love to squash you like a little bug." A13 used a bit of his super strength to bring the hard boot deeper also pushing sown Ron and slowly crushing him. Tom ran up to the apprentice to try and stop but he threw his knife right at him sticking right into his leg. Tom hollered and fell right to the ground holding the knife stuck deep into his leg. The pain A13 was laying on Ron was unbearable. "Scream you coward." Ron wasn't going to do it for him... "Scream..." The pain was to much but he still wouldn't do it for this bastard. "Okay then if you won't scream then I'll make you." A13 lifted the boot off of him then shot it back down stomping on his chest. The pain could not be ignored, Ron screamed out in unimaginable pain also spitting out blood. "Good..." Then the apprentice held up his fist ready to crush in his face "Now your going to die!" The fist moved down toward him but was stopped by an unknown hand. "Oh how dare yo..." but before the apprentice could spit out he words he stopped when he saw who it was.

"Its nice to see you making a fool out of this SH but your making our apprenticeship look immoral." Said the red eyed beast known as Apprentice number 2. "Sir my apologies" moving his fist away from A2's hand but the general reached back and grabbed it. "I never said this act of filth would leave unattended to..." Fear came to A13's eyes for he knew what would happen but before he could pull away A2 pulled and ripped his whole arm off all they way up to his shoulder. Oh my god I can't believe... what I'm seeing... The blood came gushing out of the new wound "If you scream I'll rip off the other one." A13 fell to his knees in pain but he still followed orders keeping his mouth shut. Then the ice cold red eyes came to stare upon Ron who laid on the ground. "So nice to see you Ron..." The words coming from the violent sadistic killer made chill go down his back. "What are you doing here?" Ron asked stunned. This was the 2nd in command of the whole apprenticeship and now he stood upon with his death glance. Legends say he is was one step away from being the chosen one and that he could sometimes regain control of himself which was only a rumor but is said to be the reason why he ain't number one.

"I'm here to visit two familiar ones... ones I haven't... seen for a while." His cold deviled voice trembled as he looked toward the building which held the secret hideout. His red seemed to be growing dim but went back to normal. A2 looked a the dismembered arm which he had easily torn from A13 and threw it to the ground in front of him "You were always a slippery one Ron... my men have chased you all over Europe, they even cornered you and you've still managed to make your way out of it... but I'd like to ask how did you meet my blood..." The apprentice looked back at the defenseless resistance SH member who laid on the ground puzzled. "What!"