Trumperica

Last Mission

A/N: I apologize in advance, TheWatermelonTroll. You go through some pretty rough stuff in this chapter...

Rylee's POV

Random scenes from various times in my life flashed through my head as I drifted aimlessly through a drug-induced reverie, lying helpless on a hospital bed. 

My mom sent me off proudly on my first day of middle school. 

Maddie and I both made the All-Region choir in seventh grade. 

Maddie, April, Julie, and I laughed when Trump announced his campaign for President. None of us believed he'd ever get elected. 

I hissed with surprise as cold water splashed on my face and into my mouth, slightly clearing my hazy vision. 

"Come on, Ry, we gotta go," I looked up to see April standing over my bed with Julie a few yards behind her. 

"I c-cannn't," I slurred, shocked at how hard it was even to think. They must've put me on a lot more sedatives than I had originally thought. 

"We didn't risk our lives sneaking into Trump City for nothing," Julie frowned. "You have to come with us! Leona Summers is trying to take over the country! Her inauguration is in less than an hour, and unless we stop her, she'll become dictator!" 

"B-buttt I killled Truuuump," I protested, rolling over so that I was facing away from them. "I neeed to rrressst now." 

"You didn't kill him," April said. "You just shot him in the arm. He's in Summers' custody now, and, at least according to the news, she's having him executed next week." 

"This is OTD's last mission, Rylee," Julie stated. "And we need our Eagle to complete it." I groaned in protest as more freezing liquid hit my face and the thin blankets were suddenly yanked away from me. 

I bit my lip as the blanket went over my left leg, sending a wave of agony through my hip and up my spine. 

"Oh dear..." Julie gasped, staring at it. 

"Is it bad?" I asked, my brain beginning to wake up. 

"No wonder you're being this troublesome," she gaped. "You shouldn't be getting out of bed with a wound like that, much less doing what we're going to need you to do." 

"I know, but we have no choice," April tapped her foot impatiently. "Time is running out. That Summers woman knows what she's doing, she put you as far from Maddie and the White House as possible without having to send you out of Trump City. She really thought of everything." 

"Maddie!" I slowly sat up, careful not to put too much pressure on my leg. "Is she alright?" 

"Oh, she's more than alright," Julie's eyes darkened. "She betrayed us. She's working with Leona Summers." 

"Just like I said she would," April smirked. 

"What..." I trailed off, shaking my head in disbelief. There was no way that was true. 

Maddie Udana, my best friend. Maddie Udana, the one I trusted the most...

"If you don't believe us, just look at this," April pulled her phone out of her pocket with a flourish, toggling to her camera roll and opening her most recently saved video. "I found this on Yahoo News about an hour ago. Check it out," she gave the screen a hateful look before pressing play. 

Maddie stood in front of a glowing, modern building that I recognized from TV as the Head Trumpist's mansion. She wore a purple dress with long sleeves that cleverly disguised the cast on her left arm and was flanked by two fully armed TG's.