The Rebels

kidnapped

The Lost One flew back when the bullet met her chest. She landed on a bunch of other Lost Ones, her white shirt now crimson colored.

I let out a shaky breath and reminded myself that she was dead inside anyway.

"Hello,"

I dropped the gun and let out a screech. Someone had stabbed my arm. Blood leaked out, dripping to the ground. Blinding pain greeted me. I turned to see the president's son smirking and holding a bloody dagger.

"Bitch!" I cried. I swept my leg under him and he fell to the floor, the dagger clattering to the floor.

"You little shit," he yelled, reaching for his dagger. I kicked it away and stepped on his hand. He let out a cry of pain. I stepped harder, the heel of my shoe digging into his palm. He grabbed my leg and pulled. I slammed to the ground, my head hitting it hard.

"My turn," he said, getting up and pulling out a gun.

"Go ahead. Shoot me." I said coolly, ignoring the pain I was going through.

"With pleasure," he smirked.

"We both know you won't," I said, laughing hysterically.

"Yeah? Maybe you're wrong," he said forcefully, but I could see him waver. Taking this opportunity, I kicked his knee. He buckled and dropped the gun. I kicked that away, too.

"JULES!"

I turned to see Harry fight two Lost Ones with his bare hands, his nose bloody. He pointed at the door before being punched in the stomach.

I saw Nicole being dragged out unconscious, blood leaking from her forehead. With a cry, I jumped forward to help her. Someone grabbed my hair and tugged me back.

"We're not done yet," snarled the president's son.

"Yes, we are," I hissed. I turned and punched him hard on the face, breaking his nose with a satisfying crunch.

"You broke my bloody nose," he yelled.

"I know," I said. Spotting the knife, a little way from me, I grabbed it and stabbed his arm.

"Now we're even," I smirked as he cried out in pain and crumpled to the floor. I kicked his side and hit his head, knocking him out.

I turned to see Harry standing over the two dead Lost Ones, his face unrecognizable because of the blood and bruises.

I didn't stop to observe the broken necks of the Lost Ones completely. I ran out, determined to get Nicole back.

"Nicky!" screamed Harry, running out behind me.

I saw Veela throw Nicole on a truck. She and a few Lost Ones climbed on and drove away. I almost ran behind the speeding truck.

"Don't" said Harry, placing a bloody hand on my good arm. I clutched my stabbed arm, pain shooting up like never before.

We were surrounded. The Lost Ones closed in on us. Harry was breathing hard, each breath a gasp. I could barely breathe myself, everything hurt. I looked at Harry. He looked ready to die. He was clutching his stomach and had a slight limp.

Everything started blurring. I could barely make anything out. Voices and sounds muffled until there was complete silence. A faint ringing sounded. It grew louder and louder until I pressed my hands against my ears and screamed as I had never screamed before. I didn't feel Harry collapse at my feet, I didn't see the Lost Ones aiming their guns at us. I screamed and screamed until everything went black. A rush of heat at my face and I knew nothing more.

XXXXX

"Hey,"

I groaned and tried to sit up. I was on something soft and plushy. I was sore and stiff all over. I parted my eyes a little and immediately regret it. Harsh light pierced my eyes and burned them.

"Easy," said a voice. It was slightly muffled as if it was far away.

I lay back down and blinked a few times, getting used to the light. I stared at the thick canopy above me for some time when I realized I was back at the treehouse.

"Nicole," I cried hoarsely, shooting up.

"Calm down," said Katie. Her voice was clearer and she was sitting next to me.

"They got Nicole," I croaked, accepting the water she offered.

"We know," whispered Sadie. She was next to Harry, leaning on his chair. Harry looked half dead. His face was bruised and beat up. He pressed an ice pack to his forehead while Sidra bandaged his ankle. He winced occasionally.

"You good?" I asked.

"I've been better," he groaned.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. Everyone looked at me in surprise.

"For what?" asked Veronica. She sat next to me and handed me a steaming cup of coffee.

"Veela wanted me," I said, staring at the brown liquid. Tears brimmed my eyes.

"What?" said Sam, sitting next to Veronica.

"She's been after me for so long," I said, a strain in my voice. Nicole was gone. Kidnapped. She was probably dead or being tortured or worse. And it was all my fault. The tears fell freely.

"It's not your fault," said Katie firmly, putting her arm around my shoulders.

"Yeah. Veela is a psycho." Said Veronica, squeezing my hand.

"You don't understand," I said helplessly.

"Then help us understand," said Harry. His eyes were red, I noticed. Had he been crying?

"I can't "I whispered, looking down at the steam rising from the coffee. They can't know.

"Guys, come on. Leave her alone," said Katie, frowning.

"Nicole is in danger, okay! We need to get her back!" cried Sadie, furious. I jumped. I had never seen Sadie angry, and frankly speaking, it was scary.

"We will," said Sidra soothingly.

"Count on it," said Sam grimly.

"Get some sleep," said Veronica, smiling at me. I nodded and took in a deep breath.

Harry got up and limped to a hammock where he fell asleep instantly. Katie smiled at me as I lay back down.

"It's going to be okay," she whispered.

I closed my eyes, not bothering to wipe my tears. Who was the last person to say that to me? My father. Before he died.