The Fighter

Chapter 20

Our fighting uniforms are skin tight jumper suits. It moves with our body as we walk to the plane.

"This will be just like the simulation. You will first be knocked out then when you come to your senses you will be fighting." General Logan yells as we strap into our seats on the plane. General Hugh sits in the pilots seat and gets ready for take off. General Logan takes the empty seat right beside me and straps himself in.

The plane soars through the air as I count my blessings.

"If I die, I'll be with you, mom." I quietly whisper to my self.

Henry grabs on to my hand as the flight starts to get bumpy.

"We are going to make it through this. Once we do we will live in the military palace and smoke cigarettes and train all the time like we want to." He reassures me.

"We can eat on our own time." I nervously laugh. He smiles and bobs his head in agreement. The plane hits more turbulence then starts descending. Henry's hand loosens its grip. His eyes are closed and I see that he is already knocked out.

"I wouldn't jump in the water to escape. The Sharks will get you faster than your enemy......." General Logan's yells become distant as I get knocked out.

The sun blares into my eyes as I try to shake of the nauseated feelings. I stand up and look around. We stand on a platform that is long road with other roads leading off the main one. Boys are each on a different road.

After I do a full circle around I turn and face my enemy. He is sprinting over to me with a look of death smeared across his face. I pull a knife out of my belt as he is now only a few feet away from me.

He tackles me to the ground and then sits on top of me with a knife raised above his head.

"Show no mercy!" He screeches before thrusting the knife down. I dodge the knife the first time. I grip the knife in my hand and then push it into the boys chest.

Hot blood burned me as is spewed from his wound. It got all over me. I swear I see the angel in the boys innocences float in the sky as the cruelty slips back into the ground.

A gasp for help comes from my right as I see Jax struggling to stay in the fight. The boy he is fighting is trying to push him down but Jax isn't going down without a fight. I dash over to Jax's ally to aid him. The knife I just killed the other boy with was still in my hand. When I get there the boy is on top of Jax trying to pin him down. Once again the knife taste blood as I make a deep slash in the enemy's back.

"Thank you." He has a gracious tone as I turn and find others to help. He sprints along beside me as we bump into a bloody Henry. He looked like he just slaughtered his enemy.

"We already have 20 dead." He gasps, out of breath.

Surviving boys meet us as we dash to save others. Once I killed the first boy, I didn't stop. It was like I was wild fire and I was spreading, nobody could stop me.

Enemy soldiers stop us as we try to help others but I just kill. Some of them killed a few of us but we did most of the killing. I shout orders as the boys follow them and start to take a lead.

"Oliver.... where is Oliver?" I gasp after my 20th kill.

"Henry, where is Oliver!" I scream over at him.

"I think all the way at the end!" He screams back after he kills one of the last people in the enemies barricade.

"Alright boys lets keep going and make it to the end quickly!" I scream as we all start to sprint. I take lead as we enter the next barricade of surviving enemies.

Blood is layered on me after each kill. My uniform is so bloody it drips every step I take. We make it down to the end were two boys are battling it out.

"One of them is Oliver." As soon as Jax says that one of them falls over dead.

"Oliver!" I gasp. Please, don't let him be the dead one. My heart breaks as I feel the world crumbling down to my feet and swallowing me into the rubble. The boy starts running towards us. Everybody starts to grab on to their weapons.

"Don't do anything until we know it is the enemy for sure!" I order the boys as they get ready. Tears swell in my eyes but I do not dare let them fall.

"Scarlett, its me!" The figure screams as it gets closer.

"Oliver?" His face becomes clear. When he gets to me he scoops me in a hug.

"I thought you were dead!" I gasp angrily pulling back.

"I'm sorry I was trying to help everybody. But I'm safe." He reassures me brushing my hair away from my face. We hug one last time before I turn and look at all the boys.

"All the enemies are dead. How many do we have left?" I fret over how many of us are still remaining.

Henry starts to count everybody.

"57." Henry says.

"57?" I say in disbelief.

"57!" Henry laughs and hugs me.

"Get the radio boys and call in to the generals to take us home." I order one of the boys, David.

"Gather up our fallen soldiers so that we an send them home to have a proper funeral." I order everybody else.

We start piling up our soldiers to take them up. Alan and Ned start to inspect everybody for wounds.

"Scarlett, you have three wounds that need to be stitched up immediately." Alan rushes to me with his supplies.

"Get the other soldiers first." I order.

"You need medical attention now." he starts thread the needle.

"Get the other soldiers first. That's an order." I demand him as he bobs his head and dashes to the others.

As I help drag the bodies over I find the radio boys. They were brutally gashed up. The radio easily comes aways rom their ears.

"Troop to base, troop to base. Do you copy?" I hear static and wait.

"Scarlett!" A relieve voice comes over the radio.

"It's General Logan. We are trying to get planes ready to be flown out there." His voice is still so relieved. I've never heard him like this before. He's always been tough to get real emotions out of him.

"Do you want us to stay on the platform?" I question wether we should move.

"How many are still alive?" He ask before telling me where to go.

"57" I say.

"Good Lord, you just changed this war." He starts calling General Hugh over.

"Go to the beach. We will be able to land the plane and board everybody." General Hugh cries with joy.

"What about the dead? Aren't we sending them home to have proper funerals?" My boys weren't going o be forgotten here even if they were dead.

"If that is what you are ordering then yes."

The generals start to leave to get us but they still have a radio on them.

"We will be at the beach waiting for the plane." I announce to the survivors.