Break and Burn

Chapter 3

The pic above is Taron (Kara's boyfriend)
   I woke up in a small room. It had no windows and only one door. The walls were brown and had no decorations. I could hear a slight buzzing. I heard the door open, but before my head turned I heard Kara's voice.
    "He can't move, much less go with me. I have to do this Taron. I need this. He doesn't." I heard her say.
   "Kara, baby, you can't do this." I heard a male voice, Taron, trying to stop her from leaving. Leaving? No, she can't.
    I rolled over and said "Kara," but it was barely a whisper. Somehow she heard me.  She looked at me. Her eyes looked like she was heartbroken. Taron was a little taller than her, had brown hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin. His fingers were laced threw Kara's, and they stood shoulder to shoulder.
   "Zane! Listen too me everything is fine. Your gonna be okay." She said, her voice shaky. "I have to go now."
   "No!" Taron and I both said. Kara walked over to Taron and said "Taron it is gonna be fine I will come back when it is over."
   "Kara-" he began but she cut him off. She slammed her lips into him and they kissed. She didn't let go and this became the most awkward moment of my life.

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    This kiss is all I've gotten left. I know I most likely won't come back, but I have to talk to my father. I have to figure this out, and fast. The kiss was nice. Familiar. The only thing left of my life. Taron was my best friend until two years ago, we kissed at my 16th birthday party. After that we became a couple. Taron was the son of my fathers right hand man. That was before his father was killed. He died in a rebel attack while in a smaller town. Why am I thinking all this while kissing him. It became too much, so I pulled my mouth away but stayed in his arms and stared into his eyes.
    It was then that I remembered Zane. He was laying there watching me kiss Taron. When I turned he wasn't looking at me. He was looking past me. When I turned I saw Krista, Taron and my best friend. She was here to help us too, but she was harder to convince to come than Taron. Her father is the military leader for the league. She has long brown hair, currently in a braid, and blue eyes. Her high cheekbones and perfect posture showed her League status. She wore a dress that ended at her knees. It wasn't skintight like most women's would be. It was more loose on the bottom and frilly on the top. It was a golden dress with blue hem.
   "Krista," I said, a little awkwardly. As soon as I said her name she looked away from Zane. Her look of hatred disappeared. I looked at Zane. He was sitting up and clearly in at least a little pain. I walked over to Zane, and Krista began to talk to Taron. I heard them say my name a few times, no doubt talking about me deciding to talk to my father. I began to soothe Zane. His blonde hair was covered in mud. His blue eyes looked less angry than they did when I met him. He looked almost broken.
   "Zane what's wrong?" I ask him.
   "You're not leaving without me," he said angrily. "If you go to your father you won't come back. Kara... I can't lose you. Your the only family I have."
    "You won't lose me." I stated, the sadness in my voice evident. "I'm coming back. Zane you'll be fine. Krista is staying with you and Taron is gonna go with me. The League patrols won't find you here. We're underground. Deep enough so the computers can't sense us. Now I have to go. Krista will help you." And with that I hugged him and went back to my friends. They were arguing about who should go with me.
     "Krista you are staying here." I ordered her. "Zane needs your help."
     "Ok," she said after a few seconds. "But if he tries to make a move on me, I will break his arm." I laughed. Knowing Krista she probably would.
    Taron and I left the room. As we walked down the hall he said-"Kara is this a good idea? I mean I love you and all but this can't end well." Before he could say anymore I picked up my pace. When we reached the end of the hall I turned toward the elevator. The other hallway led to the living space.
    When we made it to the elevator I pushed the button, turned and said, "Are you coming or not Taron?" The look on his face was hurt. I looked into his eyes and said,"Taron, I love you, but I have to do this. You can stay here but I wish you would come."
   "I love you." He whispered. He pulled me in. I leaned in, and, of course, the elevator opened at that moment. And out stepped Kylie, Krista's 14 year old sister. She had brown hair, and brown eyes. She was wearing jeans and a blue top, and a gray jacket.
   "Sorry to interrupt, but I need to talk to Krista." She stared, a little awkwardly. I pulled away from Taron. 
   "Infirmary," I said, embarrassed. She walked down the hall. I looked at Taron, and we stepped into the elevator. It was a simple metal box. This entire place was a Presidential bunker. My father would never come here looking for me though. After about five minutes in the elevator, we were nearing the surface. Then the entire elevator shook. The doors opened. We were in the basement of an old factory. The ground shook again, harder this time. We sprinted up the metal stairs that led outside. When we reached the surface, we were just outside the city. Some of the building were on fire. This was awful. I knew what this was the rebels were attacking. This was bad. I turned and saw a not too familiar sight. A man held a gun pointed at me, and another at Taron.

The symbols with the names inside are the changes of point of view. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

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