AN: there are some parts that I questioned putting in here, so be warned. There are some spoilers.
I also mixed up some of the episodes for the story, sorry to confuse you guys. This chapter is horrible I know, I was rushing, then I had writer's block and a bunch of other shit. Oh and also, Miles and Charlie have been hiding Rebel from Rachel.
Rebel's PoV
It's been two years. Two fucking years and still no words. Two years since I found out about my father, that I only knew for 3/4 of a day, doesn't care about me. He watched me, get punched and humiliated, and walk away.
Now on to a lighter subject.
I later found out that the blue eyed blonde boy's name is Danny. He has a sister named Charlie and an uncle named Miles. We found them. I haven't told them that Monroe is my father.
When we found Danny's group, they offered me to stay, which I gladly accepted. In the group was me, Danny, Charlie, Miles, and Aaron, a family friend. That's how it was 6 months ago.
Monroe had gotten power somehow. He had sent two helicopters. We had taken one down, but it wasn't the one with the "Amplifier" as Miles called it.
We where running out of bullets, and time. Danny ran to the front. He shot down the last helicopter, but not before getting 4 rounds in his chest. I had tried to jump in front of him, taking a round to the thigh and one to my abdomen, narrowly missing my stomach.
It didn't change the outcome. Danny died, and I blame myself, mainly Monroe, for this. Danny was like my brother. Charlie is like our mother, but she became more reserved after Danny's death, more cold.
She still takes care of me, but not as much, she is not the normal Charlie.
Ok, that started out as a lighter note, but now, ehh... On another lighter note, Miles gave me a new nickname.
Goose. He caught me staring at the birds quite often, so now he calls me Goose. After about a week, everyone started calling me Goose.
We found a town that took us in. But recently, about a month back, Charlie left, not saying where she was going, but that she would be coming back.
I really miss her, she is like the mother I wish I had.
Me and Miles where walking along in town, the air nice and warm with a slight breeze.
"Goose, Miles." A voice said. We turned around to see Charlie. I ran at her and tackled her. I missed her so much.
After that ordeal Miles came up and hugged his niece.
"It's good to have you home, kid." Miles's voice muffled by Charlie's shoulder.
"There is something I have to show you." She stated, looking a bit nervous.
"Lead the way."
Charlie led us along a small stream for a bit, then crossed it. We started hiking up a small hill.
After reaching the top, Charlie told me to stay hear and led Miles away. Me being my curious self, I peaked, and I regret doing it.
There stood my father, curls and all. I slowly walked out from behind the pile of rubble, just staring strait forward at 'Him'. I stepped on a stick and they all turned around.
My father's blue eyes filled with shock.
"I swear to the fucking gods I'm going to kill you!" I say firmly, my voice sounds scratchy from years of no use.
They all looked shocked.
"And you brought him here?" I turned towards Charlie, disbelief clearly in my newfound voice. I had tears coming out of my eyes.
I turned and ran. I ran to the stables, the only place where I can go to calm down. I know the stable hand. We're best friends. He knows when I need a friend and when I should be left alone.
I just wanted to be alone. I was just getting over Danny's death, and Monroe has to come waltzing back in.
Aw hell naw. He abandoned me, killed Danny, and hundreds of people.
That's not something I can easily forgive.
I decided to go out for a ride. I was going bareback, no saddle just bridle. The people of the town made a new trail. It goes past this pond where the fish grow up to two feat long!
I just had to let the guards on the gate know where I was going.
We have been walking down the trail for about an hour when my horse starts to spook. I calm her down and dismount. I look over the bushes to see a patrol of unfamiliar and scary looking people.
I have to go warn Miles! I re-mounted and galloped back to the main gait of the town. The gait was surrounded by the clan of the people I saw back in the forest.
I went 'round back to the back gait, but it was guarded by 9 people. One was very short and proffesonal looking, while the others had tattoos, piercings, and scars.
On top of the gait was Miles, Charlie, and Monroe. I had to signal to them that or I fight my way through. I think I'll fight my way through.
I pull out my sword and prepare to fight. I took out two in one swing. I stab another in the stomach. One tried to grab me, but I slit his throat. I looked around to see my next opponent, only to see Miles, sticking his neck out for me.
He had killed the rest of the men, but I only counted 8. I started walking towards Miles when Monroe yelled,
"Rebel! Behind you!" Then a crushing weight against my skull. I was welcomed into a world of darkness.
I woke up to a major headache and a dirty room. Everything had at least had three layers of dirt on it. The walls had water stains running down them, different colors of moulds growing where the water collected on the floor.
There was a shuffling by the door. I pretended to be asleep still. The door creaked open. I could hear the footsteps of a single person.
I felt the bed dip down where the person was. They started to take off my cloths, that's when I started to cry and struggle. He slapped me.
"You should just cooperate or you will get much worse." He warned. I continued to struggle as he started taking off his cloths. I started to scream and cry.
He took out a knife with a 1 1/2" blade. He dug it into the skin on my stomach repeatedly. I closed my eyes, just wanting it to be over.
The man's weight disappeared from on top of me. I looked up to see Monroe there. I had tears in my eyes. I just hugged him and cried my eyes out. This is really the closest I've ever been to somebody in a long time.
My stomach acing from the multiple stab wounds and the sobs just made it worst.
"C'mon, let's get out of here." He said as he tried to stand me up, but I automatically collapse because I couldn't stand up strait because of the pain. He just picked me up and carried me out.
Out in the hallway stood Miles and Carlie. I knew I was safe, so I let my eyes slowly drift shut.
Charlie's PoV
When Monroe came out of that room with a nearly naked Rebel, I knew what had almost happened. I felt so bad for her. She's so young, but so strong. Seeing her broken nearly killed me.
"W-we have t-to get her b-back, She has stab wounds to her stomach," Monroe stuttered, he was crying and stressed. Why was he crying, he doesn't even know her! Has he met her before?
"Charlie!" Miles yelled at me, " You can't just stare off into space! Rebel is dying!" She was shaking uncontrollably, muttering things that where incoherent. I remember my mom telling me this was a seizure.
(AN: Not entirely sure if this is true or not but I heard it somewhere.) My mom said seizures are caused by many things. In this case it was either stress, not enough blood getting to the brain, or both. When not enough blood gets to the brain, it either suggests internal or external bleeding.
"Roll her on her side, the only thing we can do is let her go through it." We rolled her over on her side. I took off my jacket to use as a pillow for her so her face doesn't get more cut up than it already is. After a little while, her spazzing slowly started to get less violent and slowed down completely. I felt so guilty that I couldn't help her, knowing that there was nothing I could do.
"We have to go back to town, bring her to my mom. We can't hide her any longer," I reasoned, hoping Miles would agree, "if we don't, she could die." I looked up at Miles, who was looking at Bass, who was looking at Rebel. I had never realised how much they look alike. Same eyes, nose, he'll even the curls... Wait a minute, are they related somehow?
As if he read my thoughts, Miles spoke up, breaking the silence,
"Bass, did you know her before?" He eyed Bass, trying to push the answer out of him.
"Yes," was his answer. "Yes I knew her, but only for about 3/4 of a day before she hightailed it." He explained, his voice cracking and breaking. "I messed up,"
"Why do you care about her so much?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't get angry.
"How long has she been with you guys?" Monroe asked while gently picking her up.
"Bass please don't tell me she's..." Miles started but Monroe cut him off, "My daughter, yes. She hasn't told you?" We started slowly jogging.
"No, hasn't mentioned anything along the lines of that," Miles said, shocked, "What did you do to drive her away?"
"She was riding and someone came up to her, accused her of being a rebel, and punched her. I did nothing but walk away." He explained, "so now I feel like I owe her something. I messed up and I want a second chance."
"We're hear," Miles sighed. I didn't realize how quickly we arrived "Today's a good day to save lives,"
(AN: I got that from Grey's Anatomy!)
We raced to where Rachel and her dad where staying. What is she going to say? Will she be angry at us for hiding Rebel from her or want to kill Monroe like Rebel. Oh well, let's do this.
"Mom! Mom, we need your help!" I screamed into the house hoping she was home. She came rushing down the stairs only to stop dead in her tracks when she saw Monroe.
"Rachel please! This kids dying!" Miles screamed while he cleared everything off the table. And when I say cleared everything off the table, he just threw it in the floor.
My mom ran up stairs to get her supplies. I know I can't do anything so I just sit and hope.
Rebel's PoV
Darkness. That's all I could see. I can hear, but not see, like I'm semi-conscious. I could hear other people in the room as me, but just barely. My hearing was coming and going. Some words where perfectly clear, others mumbled.
"D yu ink se ill ake p?" I heard a familiar voice say, "I on't ow. Yo uldn't et y ps p." said an unfamiliar voice say. I heard the open and close of a door and footsteps walking away. I was confused until I finally deciphered their words. What brought me out of my thoughts was the screeching of what sounded like a chair across the floor. I felt a dip in the bed as someone sat down and put their arm on it, clasping my hand in theirs. Then, silence. All I could hear was the occasional tweet of a bird. The silence stretched on and on and on.
"Rebel, please pull through. We are all going crazy. Me, Charlie, even Bass. He is the one that saved you, carried you all the way, he'll even killed 20 people to save you. We miss you so much, please," Miles' voice sounded next to me. He squeezed my hand, and I need to squeeze back, to show him I'm here. I squeezed and I heard a gasp. His hand soon left mine. There was a shuffling sound and the squeak of the door, the sound of his retreating footsteps echoing in my skull.
A few minutes later, the door opened and closed again, this time with two sets of foot steps. A smaller hand grabbed mine and squeezed. I squeezed back. "Oh my god, is she waking up?!" Screeched an all too familiar voice. "I'm not sure that why I fucking got you!" Miles snapped, obviously under great stress and pressure. There was yet another screech of a chair being dragged over to my location. I mean seriously, how hard is it to pick up a fucking chair and gently place it on the floor!
My thoughts where interrupted by quiet snores, had I really been thinking that long?
It's all I could think about. I had to open my eyes. I felt a sudden urge to open my eyes, like an energy boost, or a supercharge. All I knew is that I had to do it. Slowly I opened my eyes. It was a little hard because they where crusty from not being opened for a long period of time. How long had I been out?
Once I had opened my eyes fully, I looked to my left, then my right. Both Miles and Charlie where camped out at my bed, both snoring away, and I have a plan to make that change.(Evil Grin)
"BUENOS DEAS MOTHER FUCKERS! I WILL BE YOUUR OFFICIAL PAIN IN THE ASS OF THE DAY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Both sets of eyes snapped wide open. Charlie looked at me with utter shock while Miles just smirked, like he expected this from me.
"Your awake! Your finally awake!" Charlie screamed as she tackled me in a hug. No literally tackled me to the floor. "I missed you so much Rebel, you have no idea." Charlie mumbled into my hair. When she finally let me go so I could breath, I walked over to Miles.
"Hey Girlie, how ya feelin'?" He asked me, I just ran at him and hugged him. "I'm feeling all right, how about you, dude, you don't look too good," I said just to lighten the mood but he obviously can't take a joke. He started looking around frantically and looking anywhere but me. "Oh I'm fine, don't worry about me I'm fine, I'm fine," he said. He's hiding something and I'm going to find out.
"Hey Miles, how long was I out? A few days? A week?" I asked trying to change the subject. "About a month and a half." I looked over to the mirror. I was skin and bones, my hair a complete rat's nest. I had dark circles around my eyes. All in all, I looked like a walking corpse.
"A month and a half?" I looked to them. Both where a little skinnier than I remember. Both also had bags and dark circles around their eyes. But the only difference between the two was the dullness in Miles' eyes, like he knew something bad was going to happen and accepted it. "Where are we?" I asked looking at Charlie.
"We're at my mom's house, we hid you from her because your da-" I cut her off, "HE is NOT my DAD!" I said sternly, trying to get the message through. "Ok, Monroe had kept her locked up for years. We hid you from her because my mother has been drifting to the crazy side lately, we just didn't want you to get hurt some how.
"Thank you, and I'm sorry I snapped at you, it wasn't right of me. And can I get a glass of water, my throat hurts and I don't know why."
"It's because you've been talking so much, you haven't been talking what so ever and your just not used to it." Miles said as he started downstairs.
"Who carried me here?" I asked Charlie.
"Monroe."
"What happened?"
"We broke into their little compound and took out 20 people, he was the one who never lost hope in you, he never thought that you where going to die. We tried to pull the plug on you a few days ago, but wouldn't agree. He saved your life twice."
"Oh." Was all I could say. I thought he hated everyone, didn't care about me, well, guess not. Just then Miles decided to show up.
"Here, it's tea, it's supposed to be better than water, but what do I know! Chug it!" He smiled at the end and gave me the cup. I started to drink. Whatever was in that tea was amazing! My throat felt a hell of a lot better. I felt energy return to my body.
"So, what now? What are we going to do? What's been going on? Has anything happened while I was out?" I ambushed them with questions.
"Which question do you want us to answer first?" Miles laughed, "We do have some problems. There is a new group from Cuba. They are the American Government, went there when The Black Out started. Also, Aaron has some power where he burns people when he is mad, so please be careful." Ok, I'm scared now. There is a lot of freaky shit going on right now.
"Ok, c'mon, let's go smoke 'em!" I said with a smile. "Ok kid, love the enthusiasm, but it's not as simple as that," he started to explain, "They have man power, and the guns, we can't just storm in there with a couple of knives and pointy sticks, we need a plan. We are going to need everyone, including you and Monroe."
"Ugh, fine, but I swear if I'm pared with him, I will kick your balls into your mouth." I really didn't want to be paired with him. "Ok, let's start planning." We started to walk out to the street. When we where barely on the street, everyone stopped and stared at a precession of a series of carts. The first one had an eye on the side, I glanced at Charlie and Miles, both had a cold look in their eyes. The last cart was a prisoner cart, a normal cart with a big cage in back.
People all around us started to cheer because of what was in that cage. I couldn't see because the people in front of me where too fucking tall and I'm a shortie! "Excuse me, move it or lose it, outa my way!" I pushed my way through the croup to see. What I saw made my heart stop. Even if I haven't really forgiven him yet, he is still my blood.
"Dad!" I yelled, running after him.