Legacy: Razor Series (4)

Fighting The Revolution

We hold our weapons out at the armed men, and they aim back at us, ready to kill us on site. I hold up my gun at the men, ready to fire. The men keep there guns held high at us, ready to shoot towards are heads. I hear screams and the people running away from the danger. Andrew stands next to me and he looks at me while he holds up his huge sword. I look at him and wonder what he is thinking. I have a feeling he has a plan of some sort. I keep my gun raised and shoot him a look, curious to what he has in mind.

"Try the power." He says and I look at him weird. I put my gun out and hold it my hand. I don't do anything, hoping it would just happen. I spin my hand and a wave shoots out and knocks all the men to the ground. Andrew hands me a blunt version of his sword, like a bat, and I charge the men as they stand up. I slide in one knee and knock one to the ground. As he falls, I hit him in the face with the bat and he is out cold. One grabs a piece of wood and I hit against his plank.

We swing and he isn't smart for the material choice. I swing as hard as I can and shattered the wood. I bring the bat back and hit him on the right side of his head. He falls to the ground and I move on to another. I keep attacking the men as everyone else does the same. We take them all down except for one. I walk over and hit his side with my bat. He weezes in pain.

"Where are you hiding!?" I yell at him and he is still clenching his stomach in pain. I kick him so he faces up and put a gun to his head. His eyes grow big. "I'm not going to ask again." I say and cock the gun. He starts to sweat and then coughs.

"We work for the government!" he yells out, not wanting a bullet through his head. I stand back, confused.

"Has the government tried to kill you before?" I ask Andrew and he shakes his head. I point the the gun back at him.

"I don't know! It was just my order!" he says staring at us. I throw down the gun and my new bat. I swing like a golf hit and smack him across the head. His eyes close and he is out like a light. I look back at Andrew and the others. We are now being hunted by the government. I see one of the men stand up behind them and start to run. I grab my gun and shoot his legs through everyone heads, stopping him from escaping.

"What the hell!?" I hear George yell as I walk past them to the man yelling on the ground. I grab him and drag him towards a wall, leaving a blood trail. I pick him up and pin him on the wall.

"Why are you hunting us!?" I yell at him. He laughs and stares at me.

"Metas need to be taken off the earth. You are too dangerous. Your a disease." he says and hear the other stir unconfirtably. I look back at Andrew.

"Check the back of his neck." he tells me and I found that odd. I did and found a tattoo that looked like a square that made an S. I had Andrew look and he puts a knife to his neck. "Who the hell is running Sentinel!?" he yells at him and I get even more confused. The man laughs even harder.

"The legal system. We have hidden and you will never take us out now." he says and Andrew gets red with rage. The man laughs at Andrew and I knock him out. Andrew walks away and I hold my bat with blood on it. I don't think Andrew would want this.

"Who the hell is Sentinel?" I ask them as I walk back the group. They all look at me uncomfortably, except for Peter who was as confused as I am.

"They were an organization that was dedicated to taking out all Metas. They always said we were a disease and they were the cure." George answers me.

"Were?" I ask, since we just saw them right here.

"We thought we took them down when I killed John Kelly. But they must have gotten a new head." Andrew says more angry than I have ever seen him. I can't believe the government is after us now.

"How are we supposed to deal with this?" I ask and Andrew looks towards me, rage in his eyes.

"Find the head. Then cut it off." he says and Paul takes us all back. We get back and they start to make the scanners scan for more than just MRs. This life is getting worse and worse as it goes along. I walk over to one of the computers and look up the Meta Surprssion Act. When I find it, there is a picture of a man, he looks to be in his mid sixties. The article sayed that he was praised for the idea to push Metas out of the public eye saying, 'Metas are a disease to the public and they must be forced out.' I look at His wrist and I see something.

"Andrew! You might want to see this." I yell for him and he walks over. "Look at the wrist." I tell him, pointing to his right wrist on the screen. He sees the Sentinel tattoo and slams his hand on the table.

"I knew that ass hole was apart of this!" he yells looking at the picture. Everyone walks over.

"Who is that?" I ask, never watching the news.

"That's Greg Parcige, he is a United States congress man. He was the one who proposed the Suppresion Act." George answers and I could see more rage building in Andrews face. We have to take him out, before he takes us out. For good.