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Ride Together Die Together (Vanoss)

Evan's p.o.v:
I walk through the empty halls of my castle. It's almost surreal to think just two years ago I took this castle from King Richard and his loyalists. Everything seemed bleak back then, and for a moment I considered surrendering. I was tired of fighting. I was tired of watching people die and feeling the gnawing guilt of knowing that it was my fault. Then I remembered all the children that died fighting to help me attain this, all the fields stained with the blood of my subscribers. I had to keep fighting, for them. So I did and eventually took the castle, now we live here preparing for the next wave of war. None of us want to admit it, but we know it's coming.
I suddenly hear something drop from the ceiling and land on my right. I look over to find that a figure wearing a dark blue hoodie, black skinny jeans and dark blue converse is standing next to me. "Delirious," I ask, "where'd you come from?" Delirious turns and looks at me, his Jason mask stained with fresh blood. He looks up at a ceiling beam, then at me. "Roof?," I ask simply. He nods and drops something at my feet. It lands with a sort of squish sound. I look down and scream. It's a head, but not just any head. It's the head of Cameron.

Cameron was a good soldier. He had amazing aim with a gun and could kill a grown man in hand to hand combat. When we found him in Austin, Texas, he told me he'd been subscribed to me since I was at 100 subscribers and he wanted to help me fight Richard. So we took him in and trained him, not that he needed it. "My dad was a soldier in Afghanistan," Cameron had told me. "He taught me how to fight, shoot and spy. He wanted me to become a soldier too. Guess he's getting his wish now." Cameron was only fourteen at the time the war began, but he ended up being my best friend.
Five months after Cameron arrived at base, we were attacked by loyalists. Cameron had been fighting by my side, but I soon lost him in the thick of battle. After we killed most of our attackers and drove off the rest, I looked around for Cameron. He was nowhere to be found. I never saw him after that.

I yank Delirious towards me by he collar of his sweatshirt. "You killed Cameron," I scream. Delirious doesn't even blink.
"Look Evan, I knew who he was-"
"Then why'd you kill him?!"
"Evan calm down and let me explain! I went over to him, but he jumped on me and put a knife to my neck. His irises were so white all I could see was his pupils." I begin to shake as Delirious says, "He was brainwashed." I push Delirious weakly away from me and he puts his arm around my shoulders. "Hey man I'm sorry. Look I'm gonna get rid of the head."
I shake my head and wipe my nose on my sleeve. "No. Go bury it with his body. He deserves a burial just like everyone else. He wasn't a monster, just brainwashed." I repeat that to myself as Delirious picks up Cameron's head and leaps back into the ceiling. Just brainwashed. Just brainwashed. Just brainwashed. . .
I yelp as someone taps me on the shoulder from behind. I whip around to find Tyler standing there. "Evan," he says urgently, "you've gotta see this." I follow Tyler over to a window and look outside. I gasp at the large army of loyalists approaching the castle. "The second wave's here Evan." I gulp.
"Guess so. Ready the troupes." Tyler nods and races off. I sigh and lean my head against the window, thinking of all the young kids now preparing to fight against men double their age and size. Then I think of Cameron, his bravery and trust never wavering and always rushing into battle with the same look of determination.
I make a decision and rush after Tyler. He turns to me, confused. "What are you doing?," Tyler asks.
"I want to fight," I say. "I can't watch those kids get slaughtered while I stay hidden in the castle. I'm going with." Tyler looks like he's about to object, then nods. Delirious, Craig and Brock come into the room. Having heard what I said, they step in too.
"We're fighting too," Craig says. Delirious and Brock nod beside him. Tyler sighs and says, "fine. Follow me." He leads us into the weapons room and we pull on armor and load our guns. Delirious grabs a handful of grenades and shines his daggers. Craig straps an AK to his side and tucks a pistol into his pocket. I arm myself with a sniper and a machete in case I lose my gun. Brock loads a SCAR-H and tucks a Barret .50 Cal into his belt. Tyler mutters "noobs" and arms himself with an M16A4, an FAL and a few grenades. I turn to my friends, who are quickly pulling on their gear.
"Guys," I say, causing them to look up. "Ride together."
"Die together," they say in unison. I smile and nod, and I race into battle beside my friends.

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