The day we fell.

chapter 18: brewing chaos

Lucy's POV:

It's been days since Tom was taken away. Is he ok? Has he been forced to hurt anyone else? God, I hope not. I just want him to be ok. Jace and I built a little make-shift camp relatively close to the syndicate but not close enough so they will be able to find us easily. We need to get Tom back, and it's easier to do that when we know where he is. I've seen a heavily armed figure walking out of the base sometimes, but I don't think it's Tom, I can't be sure anyway. "Look, Jace. We need to come up with a plan to get Tom back, we need to break in and get him out and try to take down the syndicate while we are there, " I state. "That is going to be difficult, we could do an in and out for Tom? Bringing down the syndicate is going to be hard, " Jace replies, scepticism filling his voice. "ok, fine, an in and out for Tom, but when do we want to do it?" I ask. "Oh, I have a few ideas, leave it to me," Jace replies, this time a devious look, etches over his face. I wonder what he has in mind.

Tom's POV:

I stand over a sink, splashing cold water over my face, trying to wash away the horrible deeds I have committed. Why? Why would they make me do that? Why would I do that? Unarmed civilians? I slaughtered them like animals, cutting them down like weeds in a garden and I was the gardener. Maybe I was the animal? Am I meant to be this way? Maybe I am just a killer. The thoughts make me mad, so I punch the wall. It didn't make it go away. I turn off the tap, lean over the sink, and look at my reflection in the mirror. Who am I anymore? I tried to look for any humanity, but I had a hard time finding it. Who am I, and who is this stranger looking back at me? This isn't me. This isn't who I am. This is who they want me to be.

Skyla's POV:

I stand in the command room, I need Tom to do another mission, but I won't call him yet as he might be doing something. Besides, he did just come back from a straining mission, so I don't want him to hurt himself. It's a weird thing we have going on, I keep flirting with him, but he doesn't flirt back. I can tell he wants to, but he feels loyalty to Lucy. Why? I have a few ideas to try and get rid of that loyalty. Tom burst through the command centre doors. I spun around, shocked. "Tom? Are you ok?" I ask. "Give me my next assignment," he replies coldly. "Uh, ok. There are more rebels in a nearby warehouse, I'll mark it on the map" I state, I put my hand out indicating the map, he hands it to me, and I mark out the location. He snatches the map out of my hands before stuffing it back into his combat trousers. "Thanks, I'll get the job done," Tom does a salute of respect. "You honestly don't have to do that Tom, you just keep making me blush," I say with a smirk on my face. He turns to look at me, "You're funny, you know that?" He replies coldly, he turns to walk about and takes a jeep, I watch on the camera as he speeds off to the warehouse, I hope he doesn't get himself hurt.

Jace's POV:

"The operation will take a few days to prepare, but we should be able to do it," I state to Lucy. A look of determination fills her face. "Ok! We will succeed. We just need to plan this properly, and it will go smoothly, we will all be back together!" She yells. I admire her optimism and determination, but we need to be careful with his operation as it will be dangerous, we have no idea what they are capable of and how much control they have over Tom. "Let's just be careful, ok? This needs to go well, " I reply. "It will go well, don't you worry!" Lucy gives a little jump with excitement, I give a little giggle, and we begin to make preparations.

Tom's POV:

I arrive at the location, and my heart pounds furiously in my chest once again. I walk up, pull my machete out, and break the lock with it. I open the door slowly and I enter the building. I creep slowly inside, gripping the machete in my hand so hard my knuckles go white. I turn a corner to see 5 armed guys, some with guns and some with knives. 'ok, I got to be careful. These guys could be dangerous,' I think to myself. I pull my second machete to prepare for the worst. I walk around the corner, so I am in view. "OI! REBELS, " I shout. They all turn around, pulling their weapons out. 4 with knives and 1 with a gun. The guy with the gun stands at the back. He seems to be the leader. "What do you want?" The first asks. "Save him the greetings, just go and deal with him," the leader commands.