The Patriots

CHAPTER 29 (THE RESCUE)

"No, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening. Why did Cecilia come here all alone? No way!!" Charles screamed in anger, fear and pain. He was mad at himself for just standing there and watching helplessly as his best friend was being captured. His best friend. He didn't even make a move to try and stop them.

"Darn it. Scared brat!" He yelled angrily, all the anger directed at himself. He could have killed all the rebels who touched Cecilia at that moment, but he wasn't a killer. A wave of fear swept over him when he thought of what might happen to her while she was all alone in that room. He felt like crying; he just wanted to die before anything bad would happen to Cilia.

"God," he cried. An idea struck him like a light bulb flickering in his head at that moment when he sunk to the ground in defeat. He needed to act fast. Charles run to his hideout, took his phone and  headed back towards where Cilia was held hostage.

Wolf sat all alone in his tent, deep in thought. He admired Cecilia's courage, her strength and wisdom. She had a point with everything she said. Maybe it was time to let the government act. ''But what attack was she talking about?'' Manuel wondered. ''Maybe she's just crazy," he sighed.

Cecilia was finding it hard to sleep in the cold, dark room. She managed to doze off a few times, but was startled awake when she heard her name. "Cilia." Only her friends called her that and she furrowed her brows confused. A shadowy figure walked towards her. Then she finally recognised him.

"Charles!" She exclaimed, half question, half statement. "But...but why are you dressed like the rebels?" She asked puzzled. Charles' silence gave her the answers she sought. "Charles," she shook her head, as tears fell from her eyes.

Charles, with Steve's help, managed to distract the guards and sneak into where Cecilia was tied at.
He had to save her. The look in her eyes as she questioned him, broke his heart. 

"You're...you're one of them." She said with a pained look.

"Yes, I am. But I never killed anyone. I swear. Cilia, that was what I was trying to tell you almost three years ago. I was forced to join. Threatened. But I'll tell you everything later. We really need to get out of here," Charles rattled.

"No, tell me!" Cecilia demanded.

"Dios, Cilia. Please. We'll get caught if we don't leave now. I'll tell you everything. I promise. But we have to go." Charles untied her and asked who he should call for help. Charles had the same type of phone she had and he also had the numbers of everyone, except he didn't really know them, so he didn't use his phone frequently.

"Call Kelvin," Cilia said.

Charles did as he was told. Kelvin picked up on the second ring and Charles summarised everything to him.

"I'm so sorry," Cilia apologised to Kelvin.

"I'm coming," Kelvin answered fuming with anger.

Charles helped Cilia up as they walked out of the room. They did not go far when they got surrounded by the rebels. Charles was now an enemy. No longer one of them. Charles and Cecilia fought the rebels. But they were still too many for both of them. They were captured and sent to Wolf's tent. This time around, Cecilia had hope because she knew Kelvin was coming. She gave a small smile.

"You know her?" Manuel asked his son.

"Sì," he answered.

"And you never thought of telling me?" Manuel asked again. "I'm your father, Charles!"

Cecilia gasped and Charles scoffed.

"Father?" He asked and scoffed again, shaking his head.

"Hold up," Oliver chirped in. "Well, forget the father and son crappie," he mocked. "You know I like you a lot Charles..." Oliver lied, "...but you forgot that we're all a big family here. We'll let you go if only you can prove your loyalty to us. Kill the girl!" Oliver said defiantly.