Resent (complete)

Chapter Eight- "A Lesson"

The autumn breeze blew against Chester's face as he followed The Rebels toward The Revolt's camp. It was just one of many camps and it was The Rebels goal to terminate every camp.

"Sh," Mrs. Ink hissed as Jeremy cracked a large stick underfoot. "We are too close for you to be so loud!" Jeremy whispered an apology and they trudged on.

It was very early in the morning and the sun was just beginning to rise. The long shadows of trees stretched through the reserve.

Chester saw something up ahead. It was a bright blue tent and Chester just knew that this was a camp.

"Ok," Mrs. Ink gestured to everyone in the group,"we are going to push through there. Shoot anyone you see. Kill them. We will show them that we can fight back. Don't stop until everyone is dead."

"Now!" They silently crept into the camp. About fifty large tents surrounded two firepits in the center of the camp and beer bottles were strewn everywhere. Chester dreaded the moment he would have to stab a person to their death. But he knew what these people were capable of.

Mrs. Ink was the first to shoot into a tent, hoping she was successful. She was. Frightened screams arose into the early morning air. Then the sound of gunshots filled the air. An uproar of booms and ahhhhhs went on in an endless chorus. The Rebels were so far winning against the little Revolt camp.

Chester fought side by side with his parents. Finally, the time came when Chester had to do his job. An older man with dirt stained skin lunged at him with a long blade. Chester threw his knife at the man's head. The sound of impact made Chester realize that he had successfully thrown the knife into the man's skull. Blood poured down his forehead and he collapsed.

He knew a bit about knife throwing, and had practiced it once. Chester sure was glad he had practiced it too.

Chester was thinking that The Rebels were actually going to win until The Revolt started to fight back. Hard. Although some were hungover and clumsy.

"Thought you could kill us, eh." Shouted a chubby man. "What a mistake you have all made."

He ran at Chester with a long blade in one hand, ready to swing and decapitate him. But Chester reacted quickly and ducked out if the way. He could feel the bone chilling, painful feeling of being cut on his cheek. Blood poured down Chester's right cheek. He cried out in pain but was thankful for not getting his head chopped off.

Chester stumbled farther from the chubby man to give himself throwing distance. As he aimed the knife at the chubby man's head, Chester noticed something horrifying. It was Harvey. But without his stupid purple and gold clown costume on.

Chester threw the knife as hard as he could at the incoming Harvey but someone from The Revolt jumped in front of him and took the knife into his skull. A sacrifice. A man just sacrificed hiself to save his horrid leader. Harvey took the time to run away which made Chester's lips curl into a slight smile until he realized the fighting was still going on.

Without looking, he grabbed the handle of his knife and yanked it out of the man's skull. Chester looked around for another  victim but saw the people of The Revolt running off into the woods, crunching dead leaves and sticks as they did so. Chester glanced around the camp clearing and saw all the dead bodies but froze as his mother screamed.

"No! JEREMY! No!" Christine cried. His mother's shouts sank his heart into the soil beneath his feet. As he looked around around for his father, Chester lost his breath. Jeremy wasn't in the clearing.

"Check the tents for him!" Mrs. Ink ordered. But Christine refused.

"No! I saw them take him! The took my husband! We have to follow them, now!" Chester's mother was distraught. Tears made streaks down her face as they carried away dust, blood, and dirt. Chester was terrified now and agreed with his mother that they must follow The Revolt. He became scared and worried for his beloved father. He couldn't lose him. He was like a lifeline of happiness and encouragement.

"No!" Shouted Mrs. Ink. "They fell back way to quickly so it may be an ambush. He is lost." Christine wailed a mournful cry while Chester failed to swallow the lump in his throat and did the same.

Mrs. Ink felt just enough sympathy to allow it. " Fine! We will follow them but we must stay hidden, got it?" She whispered. The mother and son could only nod as tears continued to fall.

The Rebels had followed the trail of The Revolt for miles and Chester was becoming more exhausted with every step. The silence and grief for Jeremy was devastating. The silence of the forest didn't help much either.

Mrs. Ink ended the hours of quietness,"We aren't the only Rebels you know. There are hundreds- no, thousands of us fighting for our safety and freedom. You ever learned about the American Revolution, kid?" She asked Chester who nodded sadly,"Well thousands and thousands of years ago the United States was discovered. Thirteen colonies were created and the citizens grew angry toward Britain. So they fought and revolted against Britain and they won. Along came the United States. Well I'll get to the point now. We can be those colony citizens and we can fight these people and the government and we will win."

Chester let this sink in as they continued following the trail.

***

Mrs. Ink raised her hand for us to stop and get down. Chester, beside his mother, and the others did so. A clearing that was in front of them held a terrible sight.

Harvey, dressed in his stupid yet creepy shiny purple, gold and green clown costume, stood over his dad, who was kneeling on the ground. Jeremy's hands were tied behind his back and his legs were tied together as well. A blindfold covered his eyes and duct tape covered his mouth.

The foliage in front of The Rebels sheilded them from sight. Christine stared in horror at her husband who sat helplessy in the middle of the clearing.

Chester then spotted a camera in front of Harvey and Jeremy. What was this?

Then Harvey spoke. "Welcome to our live broadcast all citizens of our beloved country and others around the world. We have professional hackers that have made it where every channel on television must show this. And yes, I said other countries, which basically means all." Harvey chuckled. "Well, here we have a rebel. A richie that thinks he can stop us. Well we are going to show all of you that no one can stop us. So," Harvey bent to pick up a chainsaw and cranked it,"Let this be..." He smiled."A lesson."

Chester and his mother's hearts sank and their stomachs churned.

"Dad..." Chester whimpered as he realized his whole life was now shattered into a million pieces.