The Saviors

Chapter 2

       February 11

       I had just watched my mom die. I think that that's a good enough reason to have some time by myself. I had to get out of the house. I decided to go out for a walk in the woods my mom had told me that she had walked in when she was a teenager.

      I stuck to the path so that I wouldn't get lost and, as I walked through the woods that my mother loves -loved- I finally allowed myself to cry. I weeped silently for my mother, the woman who taught me how to be strong, who was there when I shot a gun for the first time, my mother who held me when I cried over the life of a rabbit. My mother whom I love more than words, even in death.

       I stumbled blindly through the woods, my vision obscured by my tears. I tried to stick to the path, but when my tears died down a bit, I could see that I was in a dark, unfamiliar part of the woods. I slid down the trunk of a tree, sobbing like I was a little girl again.

       Isla, I heard my mothers voice, It's okay. You'll find your way. Everyone gets lost, but you can always find the right path again.

       "Mom?" I sniffled. "Is that you?"

       I got no reply. She was really gone. Yet, I swear I felt her hand on my shoulder. I rose, determined to find the right path again. Mom wouldn't have wanted me to sit in the middle of the woods crying. She would want me to find my way again.

       After a few minutes of searching, I managed to find a clearing with a path leading from it. However, the path wasn't my main focus, that honour would have to go to the teenage couple pointing their guns at me.

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       After I got over my initial shock, I managed to find my words.

       "Whoa," I said, putting up my hands to show that I was unarmed (which was a bit of a lie, I had brought my slingshot with me). "What's going on?"

       "You are in no position to be asking questions," intoned the man. "We'll ask the questions here."

       "Ok," I replied. "Go ahead."

       "Who are you and where did you come from?"

       "I came from Hicksimmon, a town not far from here. My name is Isla Blume."

       "You're lying," said the woman. "Hicksimmon is miles away."

       How long have I been walking? I thought to myself. Dad's bound to be worried.

       "Even if she's lying Suzie," said the man. "Why would she lie about her name?"

       "I guess you're right Hugh," said the woman, Suzie I suppose. "I guess we had better take her."

       "Excuse me?" I demanded. "I'm not going anywhere with you two!"

       Suzie giggled. She turned to Hugh. "She doesn't honestly think she has a choice, does she?"

       When she was turned away, I took advantage of the opportunity to crouch down, luckily the clearing had plenty of rocks. I drew out my slingshot.

       "Hey!" yelled Hugh. "What do you think you're doing?"

       In response, I picked up one of the rocks and loaded my slingshot. I pulled it back and aimed at Suzie's head. I let go. The rock careened through the air and smacked her on the forehead so hard she collapsed. 

       Hugh seemed to forget that he had a gun. He threw himself to his knees next to her. He began yelling at her that she had to wake up now, that they had to go. He picked her up and, with a scared look back at me, he ran off through the woods.

       In their absence, I investigated the clearing. It seemed to have once been a campsite. There was even a fire pit. Gear that must have been Hugh and Suzie's lay in the corner of the roughly rectangular clearing. I was searching for anything interesting in their gear when a glint in the ashes of the fire pit caught my eye.

       I walked cautiously over to it and found a glass bottle with a piece of paper inside. I took it out and found that it was a note. It read as follows:

       Dear Isla,

       I hope that you find this message somehow. Maybe your mother will show you this campsite. She loves these woods, or so she told me. I know I was assumed dead, but that assumption was wrong. When the Beast fell, I was standing where a balcony fell, so I was uninjured. I managed to tunnel out from underneath. I searched the woods for years, until I finally found a small encampment. When I told them where I had come from, they took me prisoner. I have been with them for about 5 or 6 years. I need your help. Find them. They hate you. They want to take you prisoner and torture you. Please help. They were soldiers of Gunther's, I believe, who survived. They call themselves The Saviours.

Yours in great distress,

General Kazemi

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A/N

Extra long update for you! Hope you enjoyed. What do think about the note? Is it a fake, or is it true? Keep reading to find out.

Thanks for reading,

Heather