Modern day New York.
The Soldier gripped him by his hair and yanked him backwards.
"Aggh" he let out a irritated noise of pain.
He forced Connor into the chair at a little gray table, And stood right next to him with his hand on his Pistol. Connor stared down at it, His eyes squinted. His brunette hair was a mess, all in his face and shaken up from being pulled. His shirt was torn in the back causing some of His back to show.
"So you are Connor Huh?" a older man said, appearing out of the shadows. He wore a commanders Uniform with all kinds of ribbon's, or whatever, on his shirt.
"And i take it your a high ranking wise guy, and I'm supposed to be intimidated?"
He chuckled to himself "Funny.. aren't you Jesus Freaks supposed to be kind?"
Connor Smiled "Yeah and you military men aren't supposed to turn against your own country but look how that turned out"
The man stared at him for a moment, looking him in the eyes. Connor didn't even blink. He was stubborn, he had a warriors heart and a sarcastic mouth. Jesus was his main priority now, and he was using his abilities to defend, and fight, for Jesus.
The man flicked his finger slightly. The soldier next to Connor gripped his face and punched him, right across the chin with a huge cracking noise.
Connor growled under his breath. He could feel his sinful nature burning against his spiritual nature. But he fought back the urge to go Worldly, and took the hit.
He coughed hard, and spit out blood. His cheek began to darken. "Ahh, haha.. " he laughed "is that all you got?" He flashed a cheesy grin at the man, his white teeth sparkled.
The soldier looked at the older man as if he wanted approval. The old man nodded. Another hard strike to the face, this time Connor didn't really feel it from the numbness of the last hit. But his head still flashed to the side and he gridded his teeth together and looked back at the older man.
"Are you gonna talk or what" Connor snarled.
"I heard you were preaching the name of Jesus Christ in this city, is that true?"
"We'll if it wasn't true I wouldn't be here" Connor said.
The man got serious, "do you know that the punishment for this crime is death?"
Connor got quiet..."yes".
"We have a proposition for you"
The man took a piece of paper out of his pocket, And slid it across the table towards Connor.
Connor stared at it.
" if you sign this paper, agreeing to take the chip, and to never preach in the name of Jesus Christ again, we will let you, And your friends live. "
Connors eyes blazed.
"Yes we know about your friends."
Connor looked up at him in shock, how could it be that he knew. Him and the resistance had been so careful... Wait, the man knew about the resistance, and the rest if the resistance didn't know. Connors face flushed red as the anger filed into his veins. He had to get out of here, he had to get to the rest of his group and warn them to leave. But how?
"We know everything."
Connors thoughts whirled as he pictured all of their faces in his mind. Elliot, mark, jake... And Julia.
Connor looked at the paper, then looked at the man.
"If you refuse. We will kill you. "
Connors eyes flashed over at the gun in the soldier's pocket.
His thoughts all built up, his mind kind of swirled for a moment. Was he ready to die?Would he do this? Could he do this?
He was looking down at the paper.
"I Can do all things, through Christ who strengthens me."
He swiped the paper off the table, and grabbed the pen. The soldier griped his gun, but Connor already had his arms around his neck, then snap. The old man got up fast, but Connor flipped the table over on him. The old man stumbled back. Connor quickly grabbed the keys out of the soldiers pockets and rushed out of the room, closing and locking the door behind him.
- to be continued.
