Love and War - (Book 1)

Chapter 1 (Part 1 - The Military Base)

"Hello?" A voice echoes throughout the room. But... where? Where was he? He couldn't remember much of what happened. The dark, deep, disturbing voice spoke again, "Hello! Can't you hear me? Are you even bloody awake, man?" He spits in Lucas' face. Lucas opened his eyes and saw him. The man and long curly black hair, down to his shoulders, with squinty brown eyes that stared down into his soul. His nose was rather pointy, and his mouth frowning. His skin was neither tanned, nor pale, just general pinkish-white. This man seemed to be unpleased as he continued staring at Lucas.

"Hey..." Lucas spoke, finally. "Where am I? What's going on?" He questioned the man. Lucas realised he was tied up to a wooden chair with rope around his ankles and wrists, which were behind the chair. He struggled to move, but was unsuccessful. Lucas looked around to get a better idea of where he was.

There was a window, however being low down on this chair, Lucas was unable to see out of it. There were also two other men in the room. One slightly taller, with short blonde hair and green eyes, the other the opposite: long brown hair and brown eyes. The brown haired man was sitting by a computer, below the window. On the screen was Lucas' Facebook profile and other tabs were open, expectedly to be his accounts on other social network sites.

"I'm not telling you where we are; if you escape, you'd tell the Rebels," said the man who seemed to be the leader, still leaning into Lucas' face. He stood up and looked down at him. 'Rebels,' Lucas pondered. Perhaps he was being held captive by the Military. Though why they want or need him was a confusion. Lucas definitely wasn't a Military supporter, though neither was he a Government supporter, but he doesn't have any information about the Rebellion Force to inform the Military Army about. "And for what's going on," the man continued. "You'll find out soon enough..."

Lucas was left in disarray. There was no reason for him to be here. The brown hair stared longingly at his profile and began to read the information sprawled across the screen, "Born 9th October 2000, making him 27, in a relationship, that's so sweet, in between jobs at the moment, just sounds fucking lazy to me, knows French, Latin and Elvish, some kind of fucking nerd." He reads while giving his own opinions on Lucas.

"I was taught French at school; I taught myself Latin somewhat; all Lord of the Rings fans know at least one word in Elvish, obviously I know that one," Lucas explains his profile to them. "Have you seen Lord of the Rings?" 

"I only heard it was ridiculously long and boring," the leader says, arching his back backwards, always staring into Lucas. 

"I only 'eard it was a shite film," the brown hair says, while the blonde agrees by nodding his head quizacciously.

"Well, that's a shame. Probably my favourite film of all time. I only say "film", as I don't count it as a trilogy - same as the books - because I think it's just one long, but brilliant story-" Lucas rambles until the leader interrupts: "Shut up?" he stares.

"Yeah, sure, fine, whatever," Lucas mumbles.

The blonde and brown haired men leave to other rooms, possibly with other innocent civilians captured for the war against the Military and Rebels, and ofttimes the Government, although they decide it best to not be involved in the perilous conflict between the two major parties that went for war.

"What's your name, then," Lucas asks the leader. "As you know so fucking much about me already, I think I ought to know my capturer's name." The man brings the chair from the computer over to Lucas. He has the back of the chair facing Lucas, whom is uncomfortably tied up, and sits with his legs on both sides of the chair. The man stares longingly and deep into Lucas' eyes, making him more uncomfortable than that wretched chair is managing.

"You know who I am," he says. "Everyone should know my name. I will be the one to take over the world. I will crush those fucking Rebels and leave no survivors. Nothing can overcome my wrath, my fury. Nothing! These Rebels are just a tiny piece of trouble which won't last very long, I can assure you." This brings a nice piece of information to Lucas' mind.

"Atheism started out small, of course it must have. People were punished for it. Accused of many wrong things, when it was all just belief. But now look at it. More people are Atheist than there has ever been. Something so "small", as you'd say, turns out to be something that grew exponentially and not a problem anymore. Those Rebels will eventually overcome your Military, likewise Atheism and Religion."

"And so you're Atheist?"

"No, Alexander, I am not. I'm Agnostic, but I'm glad I made my point," Lucas replies, using Alexander's name, now that he truly knows who this man is: The leader of the Military Army.

"So you know me, eh?" he says.

"Of course I know you. People must quiver and be fearful when they hear your name. The commoners view on you is that you are a gruesome, abhorrent, little shit. 'Tis a wonder how you truly came to your high power. Was it your rage and terror you brought unto people? Or was it that they are just so obnoxiously ignorant that they believe you are the right person to lead them, and to take control of the world? You know what I say to that-" Lucas says in spite and loath of this man, though his sentence is unfinished. Alexander leaps from the chair, pushes it aside, and those gleaming, hate-filled eyes bring his fist piling into Lucas' face. So hard, in fact, that Lucas is caused to fall to the ground on his back. A very red mark is left bruised on the cheek that was hit.

Lucas had never been this injured before. In truth, he had never even had a fight in his life before. Such a peaceful and loving person being crushed here in the single punch of a ghastly man that was angered by Lucas' choice of words against him.

"Argh..." he groans on the floor, feeling dreary and weaker than ever. "Bollocks, man. I'm sorry, alright." Lucas never forgets his manners. Alexander stands tall, crowding over his frail body on the wooden floor. "Get used to it, bitch! This is gonna happen a lot more than you'd think. Much more so if you continue to say words I don't know and supposedly have the, used against me," Alexander shouts.

Lucas is used to the occasional bully, but Alexander. He had only heard the horrifying stories of the night of what this man does. He's incredibly strong, hence his physique, and seems to be angered easily. Lucas must control his mouth if he wishes to live the next sufferable months here. But wait... when is he destined to leave? There's no expiry date on him for how long he must stay here. Is it for as long as Alexander likes, or forever? Or until he dies from the beatings he is expected to have? So many questions and he still isn't up from the floor.

Alexander leaves Lucas to lie on the floor. As the leader of an army that wishes to take over the world, he must have some work to do, other than beating random people he kidnaps.

Lucas knows he has to escape. He can gather lots of information on them if he plays it nice and acts on their side. Then betray them and leave for home. Hoping to get back to normal life, without Alexander and the wars going on. Lucas can stop this war if he helps the Rebels out...