Rebellion

The Face of the Rebellion

The Face of The Rebellion

​It wasn't like it was before. People always thought that when the world went to hell, there would be technology and things that they would be able to fight with. It wouldn't be the fact that almost no one had guns apart from the military. Knives were the best weapons you could get if you didn't make things. Most people had discovered that by now. He tapped the sword that he kept on his waist all the time. Standing here now, it didn't seem real that the world was on fire. Gangs were common, but almost no one saw them. They hid until night and then attacked. The only way for people to keep enough provisions for themselves was to kill others and take theirs.

​"They should've seen it coming. The government wasn't going to protect us forever."

​Dave Farrell turned from the window to see his friend Brad standing behind him. His group wasn't big, but they had connections and many different outposts that were safe for hiding. He was trying to build a network of people strong enough to take down the government and rebuild the nation. Yes, it would be hard, especially with all the foes that were just trying to survive. But if they could make a statement, if they could look strong in front of the others, then they could gain followers. And with a big enough army, they could take down the corruption.

​"We all should've seen it coming, Brad," Dave muttered as he turned back, "Where's Joe at?"

​"He's right outside of....well what used to be San Francisco," Brad said as he pulled out his phone, "He's trying to gain some people to be followers out there. Of course, he has to stay undercover or he's going to end up getting shot....or stabbed."

​"This is insane. How are we going to pull this off? I mean, have you seen the new technology they made?" Dave asked. Brad shook his head.

​"But I can tell from your voice it's not good."

​"It's not," Dave motioned for Brad to follow him. They locked the doors and windows to the house before heading down into the cellar. There were tons of tunnels that led to other safe houses down there but Dave took him to a computer. He turned it on and then searched through one of the folders to find the video clip he'd saved earlier. He opened it and made Brad watch it. He had watched it thousands of times but he still couldn't believe his eyes as he saw it happen again. A small group of government elites had come charging through the streets of what used to be D.C in the early hours of the morning. They'd all been wearing strange metal gauntlets with glowing green rings. They'd run up the fallen cars and jumped into the air, hitting something on the gauntlet with their other hand. And when they landed, their leader wasn't human anymore. Instead a huge tiger stalked forward, ripping into the skin of anyone who came closer to him. The others had transformed into wild dogs or some sort of smaller predator.

​"That's not normal. Since when can humans do that?"

​"I don't know!" Dave said shaking his head, "But it's crazy. If we want to have a chance at defeating them, we need to get into their labs and stop them from creating things like that. Only their elites have it right now which means there aren't enough for everyone. We have time."

​"Good. But we're going to need a lot more people to infiltrate something like that."

​They were interrupted when the television came on. It was one of the things that couldn't be controlled. Whenever the government wanted a message to be broadcasted, they were able to do that. They turned to the screen and Dave felt anger rise in him. He hated both men on the screen.

​"Hello, citizens of the nation," President Mark Wakefield said with a smile, "It is my pleasure to announce that things are looking brighter in our future. For those of you in danger, do not fear. We will protect you. The people rising up against us are the ones you need to fear for they will not keep you satisfied."

​"All people reported of acting suspiciously or caught in acts of rebellion will be arrested, tried, and killed if found guilty," the second man said with an evil grin, "If I were you, I'd be careful."

​"If I were you, I'd be careful," Brad said rolling his eyes as he pointed at the man on the screen, "Have you ever seen someone so drunk on power?"

​Dave had to admit that Chester Bennington was a little drunk on power. Standing at just around his height, Chester was thin and covered in tattoos. He was viewed as Mark Wakefield's guard dog and executioner. He had a thin layer of brown hair and bright emerald eyes. That was the strangest thing about him. It was likely he'd just gotten himself contacts to wear that changed his eye color instead of having to wear the dorky glasses he was seen with at times. But even so, it didn't matter if Chester was drunk on power, he was still dangerous. Very dangerous. Chester didn't care who he killed or why. He killed whoever got in his way and he was Mark's right hand man. He was the tiger.

​"It doesn't matter. They know nothing about us," Dave sighed as he shut the television off. He grabbed his phone and dialed a number putting *16 at the end to make his conversation private.

​"Hello? You've reached the line of Bob Rourdan."

​"It's me you idiot," Dave said rolling his eyes.

​"Oh hey Dave. Sorry, but it's good cover."

​"Yes I'm sure no one would ever put the pieces together Rob."

​"What'd you need?"

​"Did you see the government message?"

​"Kind of hard to ignore isn't it?"

​"Yes. Anyway, can you alert Joe?"

​"Brad's with you?"

​"Yea. Just call Joe and tell him about it in case he didn't see. We'll have to figure out some other ways to fight back. If people turn us in, we're going to die. Chester will have a field day with us."

​"That's true. Ok. You got it," Rob said, "We should all meet up soon though and plan this."

​"Yea I know. But honestly Rob. It's not a ton of people with us."

​"Well, we have you, me, Joe, Brad......and then those guys that we've recruited."

​"We have somewhere along the lines of twenty people," Dave helped him out, "Soon. Not yet."

​"Ok. See you later then. Be careful."

​"You too."

​Dave hung up and put his phone away. Brad sighed and they headed back up the stairs. They were definitely going to have to be careful. He glanced out the window and swallowed. There they were. Some of the elites were already down here in L.A. When they got a bit bigger, they'd have to find their way to D.C. That's were Mark Wakefield spent his time and that's where they kept their labs.

​Brad looked out the window next to him, "I guess it's begun then. You know what they're here for."

​"They're here to kill us," Dave said quietly, "Not just the rebels. All of us."

​"What do we do now?"

​"We wait. We're not going to let them kill innocent people. We're going to fight back."

​"The two of us? Against humans that can change into animals? Against Chester?" Brad asked in shock. They criticized Chester all the time because they hated him but they knew they could never beat him.

​"He's not here. He's at D.C. We'll only fight him when we go in to win."

​"I don't like this idea at all."

​"We'll do it quietly. I promise, we're going to protect our city until they know exactly who we are."

​"And who are we exactly?" Brad asked with a soft laugh as they watched the elites march through the city. Dave swallowed but glanced at the setting sun. Who were they? They were a few rebels who were probably going to get themselves killed eventually. He smiled at that thought.

​"We're the Rebellion," he said softly