The Third War

Chapter Twenty Five: Kristy

As Zoe suffered through that, as horrible as it sounded, I was put on trial...sort of.

It was more like a sentencing but it was completely unfair. It was actually just really, really frustrating. The dude sounded like he didn't even want to be there. He droned on about everything we'd down and blah blah blah.

The dude I punched was sitting among the crowd with a bandage over his nose and I felt very satisfied. At the moment, I wasn't really that worried, until he mentioned Zoe.

 "We have the younger one in our hospital recovering from previous injuries."

 My stomach did a "stop, drop, and roll" thing, Zoe didn't get away! She's here! She's in danger! I desperately wanted to see here,  What if she's in worse condition! What if she's dying? I thought she got away.

 I turned around to see the two guards behind me, "I HAVE TO SEE HER!"

 I stood up but they shoved me back down. The crowd turned to look at me as I attempted to get back up and was brutally rebuffed. I heard shouts come from crowd:

 "She's savage!"

"Just kill her and be done with it!"

 "They're spies anyway!"

 I heard the man raise his voice, "They're just children, and prisoners of war are usually kept hostage."

 "Forget the usual!"

 "We're in the biggest war of the entire human race!"

"They knew what they were doing!"

"They blew up the guard house!"

 "They should've been shot on sight!"

 I looked out at everyone and attempted to glare at every, single, one, of, them. I saw broken nose boy and wanted to climb over the little barrier and slap him. He wasn't even brave enough to voice his opinion; he just stared down as the girl who was with him screamed for our death as well as basically everyone.

It was insane. I could tell even Mr. Don't Care was a bit taken aback from the lack of mercy. I will admit though, war changes people, drastically, you can't trust your friends, family, anyone. Two random teens burning down a gate house, running through the city, hacked a computer, and there was an enemy camp about ten miles away. We probably looked pretty bad, but enough to kill us?

That was harsh. At this point Mr. Don't Care was getting tired and it seemed annoyed, "Fine, we'll take a vote. Section...A3, can vote whether they live or die."

Then he literally muttered, "I just want to go back to my samich."

 I had to struggle the urge to face palm, This is the stupidest thing that's ever happened, run by the stupidest guy ever. I didn't even get a chance to talk!

Our little blonde friends just happened to be in section A3. The man sighed, "If you want them to die raise your hand, if not stay where you are."

The little brat who shoved me against a wall raised her pretty little hand. She looked around her and glared at her companion. He was looking down not raising his hand, she whispered something and he looked up at her and shook his head. She tried again, and he looked up at me remembering who gave him his broken nose and he slowly raised his hand.

They were all counted up.

The side for our death won by one person.

 I glared right at Blondie but he was staring at the ground again. The girl next to him had the smallest little smug smirk I've ever seen and I wanted to claw it off her face along with any skin ANYWHERE.

They grabbed me and dragged me out of the room obviously waiting for my reaction. I wasn't going to let them see me in panic, until I saw Zoe come out into the small hall from a different room. She was in a wheel chair, her head was down. I planted my feet and heard the guard next to me say, "Here it comes."

 I elbowed him in the gut and stepped on his foot. I turned as the other tried to grab me and bit his hand.

I tried to run over to Zoe, "ZOE!"

The two blondes apparently heard the commotion and decided to go for round two. The little brat came toward me and her brother toward Zoe, "ZOE!"

 She wouldn't look up, just stared down at, I didn't even know what. It didn't look like she wasn't even looking at anything, she was just...staring, and with that freak walking toward her, I lost it.

I lunged at him, and punched him in the nose....again, "LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE!"

 "JEREMY!" The girl shrieked and ripped me off she grabbed my arms and pinned them behind her back. Jeremy got up and wiped his nose which was bleeding again. I was dragged back to my lovely cell and thrown in.

I heard the door slam closed and locked. I sat there seeming painless.

Zoe is going to die.

 I didn't care about myself, not one bit.

After everything, trying so hard to survive, struggling through fighting literally every nerve she had screaming at her to just close her eyes for good, waking up from every nightmare to keep walking, running a flipping broken ankle so she wouldn't be as much as a burden, And now...after the hope of finding our father, the man she loved with all her heart, she was going to die, alongside me, in a stupid military building that is on the same side as us.

There, in the confines of my little grey room, after being strong for this whole time, I let myself cry. Only a few small tears streaked down my face, one for Mom, one for Gabe, one for our lost dad, three for Zoe, and only one for me. Only one how I failed in protecting her. My little baby sister who had been bullied her whole life. I wiped my face, What the heck Kristy. Is this how you want to die? Absolutely not, Zoe will see me as she always did. Fighting until I'm down.