The Rebels

New Best friend..

The smell of artificial oxygen and fear filled the dark, midnight air. I'm sitting on the roof on one of the old abandoned towers, with my feet dangling off the ledge. Boom. An explosion erupted from nearby. I ran as fast as I could to the other side and looked down over the ledge. Of course, I thought, The Rebels have done it again. I saw four mysterious figures, standing, forming a circle around a SmartCar that was lit on fire. As usual, a black flag was standing next to it. They were proud, and they wanted to be sure that everyone knows who has done it. They were all typically dressed in black, and they wore bandanas. But their behavior was different. They somehow showed their persona through their pose. One was posed lazily, the second rebel was posed solder-like, another was reserved, and the last was surprisingly feminine.  I always looked up to them. They fought against the Politicians for what I believed in. I spun and quickly grabbed my camera out of my backpack and turned back around to take a picture, but they were gone. "Again?" I spat. Frustrated, I threw my camera on the ground.

"Angry much?" I heard from behind me. I slowly turned and my jaw dropped. It was one of the rebels. He had his hoodie down and his bandana off his face so I could see him. He looked 17 (about my age), lean, with tan skin.

"What?" I replied, dumbfounded.

He looked over to my broken camera that was a few feet away, on the ground.

"Oh. Um... no its just broken now." He didn't buy it.

"Well are you going to shoot me and put up one of those fancy flags next to me or what?" I crossed my arms and arched my eyebrow.

He chuckled. "No." He tilted his head. "Worse."

"Oh really? Like what?" I challenged. Suddenly, someone from behind me covered my eyes and mouth with their hands. I was slowly slipping out of consciousness when I began to smell something strong.

When I woke up, I couldn't see anything and I was tied up in a chair. I started to panic until my recent memories flooded back to me. Click. The lights turned on and I looked around to take in my surroundings. The floors and the walls were made of cement so I knew I was somewhere underground. In the far left corner of the room was a mirror and on the right was a small, metal twin bed with thin brown sheets and a small pillow. I wondered how many people's slept on it. I cringed. My hands and feet was tied to the metal chair with thick rope. On the floor underneath me was a large stain. "Oh great." I whimpered. My hands started getting sweaty and my hair was sticking to the back of my neck as I was trying to get free.

"Scared yet?" I jerked my head up only to find that mysterious guy leaning against the doorway.

"At least tell me your stupid name before I die." I glared at him. "I need to know who I'm going to haunt."

"You're a feisty one." He smiled. "Jaden."

"Orlena."

"Nice. Now tell me, what were you doing on that tower?"

"Untie me." I demanded.

"No can do, Orlena. I want to get to know you first."

I yanked at the ropes but it did no damage.

"What do you want from me?"

He walked over towards me and kneeled so we could meet eye to eye. "I want to be your friend." He replied, innocently.

"This is how you make friends?" I glared into his deep green eyes. "Kidnapping people?'

"Yep."

"Just untie me then we can talk. Otherwise, leave."

"Let's make a deal."

I groaned in response.

"Join us."

"If?"

"If you answer some questions and pass my test."

"What kind of test?"

"A good one."

"How informative." I rolled my eyes.

"You'll easily pass it. I see your potential." He took out a knife.

"Wai-wait a minute pal, let talk about this." I stuttered.

He reached around me and cut the ropes off my wrists and reached for my ankles. When I was free I lifted my fists into a fighting stance, while I debated in my head whether I should hit him or not.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He said nonchalantly.

After he basically interviewed me asking stupid questions like "How old are you?" or "You got any family?" He told me he was finished and that I had to stay in this craphole for a day. When he left, I walked over to the mirror to see myself. I haven't looked in one for a long time. I wasn't exactly happy with the way I looked. The dark circles around my brown eyes shows how tired I am. My skin is tanned from being outside a lot, I don't like staying in one building for too long. My dark, shaggy hair has grown to the middle of my back ever since I cut it, apparently its grown a lot. I lost a lot of weight since I gained the habit of exploring places. It's kind of embarrassing, I look like I need to eat.