The First Steps: Volume I

Lowered

I aimed my AR15 at the woman in the black hood, but she had aimed her revolver at me. Thankfully we're far from the battle, and it's also night.

"Drop the rifle, soldier." The woman said.

"I'm not going to shoot you, lady." I held a hand up.

"I don't trust you. You're just like the others."

"How about," I let the rifle hung, "I did this?" I took of my helmet, and I threw it before her. She took a step backwards.

She scoffed. "That doesn't do anything."

"Well, even if I didn't do that, I would've shot you now just so you know." I raised my brow. "Yet you haven't shoot your shot."

She smirked, and she lowered her revolver. "Why're you doing this?"

I looked back, and turned to her again. "Everything that had happened is just bullshit. I'm sick of it."

She titled her head. "So what? You want to join the rebellion?"

"Yeah."

She looked down, then looked at me. I pulled my rifle towards my back. She smirked, before holstering her revolver. "What's your name?"

"Last name basis?"

"Our nicknames, at least. I can't trust you, and vice versa with you."

I laughed. "It's Grayson."

She laughed as well. "Ruby."