Hidden world

Chapter 55

ALEX POV

The fight surges on, we’ve been fighting for hours and I’ve killed so many people. Men and women of all ages surge at me and I fight them off. I can’t help but wonder where Rumi is, she didn’t run with me, she stayed on her own. I can’t protect her when she doesn’t stay with me. I take a shocking blow to the head and I realize I’ve tuned out.

I punch back at the woman who hit me and I smack her nose. I push up, sending her nose bones into her brain. She collapses onto the ground, unconscious and dead. I tremble as I turn around to the person who is coming up at me from behind. I pull out my pistol and shoot him straight in the head. No, I missed him. I shot someone else straight in the head.

The Union soldiers wear blue and red and black clothing while we wear green and tan, making it so we don’t kill our own people. I shoot again and this time I hit him, two bullets down, how many do I have left? I don’t have time to do arithmetic so I keep going.

I shove the gun back into my small pocket like holster and continue hunting down prey. Everyone moves like a giant rave of people. Everyone surges with energy and are on edge, pumped with adrenaline. I look to my left and beside me is someone not much older than me fighting someone of much more capacity than they can handle, they will die.

I lunge to help them and start fighting with my fists. I pull the Union soldier off of my companion, sending the man flying. He starts to get up and my fellow resistance soldier takes out their gun and shoots the large man.

I keep moving, there isn’t enough time to take a break. Slowly I un clip my gun and click the safety off. This is my big gun, the one with scopes that let me see whatever I please, the gun that is powerful. I climb up a tree and get a bird’s eye view. I look down at everyone and see more blue than green. We are outnumbered.

The Union keeps sending people in to the fight, it seems like. Where are they getting all of these people?  I perch up my scope and search to see what I can find. I search high and low and spot what I am looking for very quickly.

Back, at least twenty feet away from the fight there is a set up. A tent is there and in the tent are tons of soldiers continuously moving out. I laugh out loud and perch higher. I start to shoot, hitting each soldier and killing them as they come out. I laugh longer and louder, which is barely a whisper over the noise below.

Each shot is so loud I can’t describe it. The kick back is enormous but I ignore it, focusing on the targets. Everyone over near the tents is frantic, they run around and search, trying to find me. In fear I crouch down in the tree a little more, I can’t take anymore shots now, I can’t see them.

The sun flashes on my gun and one of the soldiers spots me as I stand back up. I watch them aim at me and it is like I can’t move. Like I see the bullet diving into the air I still can’t move. The small piece of metal hits my thigh and I finally move. I don’t climb down though, I fall down. Hitting the ground takes the air out of my lungs and causes me to cry out like a scream.

Not one person looks my direction because everyone is screaming right now. They are death howls or battle cries but each one is loud and pierces my ears. I get up from the ground, choking I might add. I need to fight. I need to help protect the resistance and what it stands for.

My leg sears with pain but I have to keep going. I have to persevere. People run at me and I am slow to respond. My leg hates every step I take and for that it makes me pay. I stumble and drag along, trying not to cry out with pain.

I keep walking through the fight, killing and immobilizing as I keep walking. Each step makes me want to drop to my knees but I keep going. I look around until I find him. Evan stands fighting a girl in a blue uniform. He kicks her away with the heel of his gun then hits her again and she is gone. I stagger to him and fall against him as someone comes up behind me.

Evan sags under me but in one swift motion he grabs the gun out of my holster and shoots whoever was coming to us to fight. He keeps shooting until we get a small break to gather breaths.

“Alex, I couldn’t find you, I’m so glad you are safe and alive.” He says lifting me off of him so he can get a good look at me.

“Yeah,” I choke out trying to bear the pain longer.

“God, you are very white.” He says, his eyes flooding with concern. My eyes twist into pain filled tortured eyes and he scours my body, his eyes landing on my wound. “No,” He mutters twisting and leaning down so I am laying on the ground.

“Evan, please,” I beg trying to motion to my leg

“I’m going to have to do something to help you but it will hurt worse than getting shot.” He says with a grimace.  I nod rapidly, giving the okay to do whatever it takes.

Evan puts one of his strong hands on my shoulder and then presses down. The force is something strange and I don’t know why he is doing it until a pain so bad tears spring to my eyes moves through my body. He holds up his hand and shows me the bullet. He pulled the metal weapon out of my leg. His hand is covered with my blood, as is the bullet.

“A rifle?” He questions throwing the bullet to the side “How the heck did you get shot with a rifle? No one uses them except for long distance.” He says trailing off

“I.. tree… shot.. new soldiers.” I slur, making  my words hard to understand

“Oh GOD Alex! Why do you do all of these things people don’t ask of you?” He says ripping off his shirt and tearing off a strip.

He didn’t have to do that, he could’ve just given me a strip of it. His hands work fast as he ties the fabric around my leg, making the bleeding slow. I look at him and my eyes widen. A man is running up behind Evan and he has a large gun. I roll over, dragging Evan with me. I reach to the dead body beside me and grab it’s gun. I shoot the man who was preparing to kill Evan.

Something eerie strikes me and I look back at the body. I look at its petite feet armed in boots identical to mine. I see its long legs and baggy pants that don’t fit quite right. I keep looking and then I see white hair, cut at the soldiers. The tips of each lock are died red with blood. Then, I look at the face.

Sobs wrack my body and I can’t contain myself.

“Rumi!” I cry “Rumi you can’t die!” I scream but I know the deed is already done.

I grab her hand and hold on tight. It must have happened recently because she is still warm with fresh pumping blood. I see Sean walking toward me and I wonder what he will say. Standing up, I try and block his view of Rumi’s body.

“I knocked her out Alex, she isn’t dead. You need to keep fighting.” Sean says in a run on sentence. I get a surge of relief and then I slap the boy hard on the face.

“You knocked her out in war?” I scream

“Yes, she was insane.” He defends his actions.

“Insane my butt! You put her in even more danger!” I scream again

“I’ve been watching her, don’t worry.” He says and I stumble off from him, Evan, and Rumi. I need to keep fighting. My leg hurts but not as much. I get over this pain.

I throw a small blade at a man then grab it from his chest, spinning and slicing another person’s jugular. I keep on, killing people like a machine that can’t stop. I shoot and I knife and I jab and I punch. The movements soon become routine as the fight surges on and I can’t stop. I keep going and going, losing track of the deaths I’ve caused.

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Hope you like this chapter, my neighbor’s power went out so I couldn’t post as much as I wanted to for all of you amazing people.

Love

Jesica.