War Torn

Chapter 3: Reunited

Chapter 3: Reunited
We ride for about an hour till I can see the hopeful glow of a lantern. When we get to the camp we are greeted back by many fellow rebels. " Pretty popular here aren't we Cullen." I snicker out. He stares back at me with a sly grin. " I guess you could say that." he says confidently. As a group of men erupt with joy and cheer and run up to Cullen. " We thought you were a dead man captain." Two men say nearly in sync. I grab Cullen by the arm and pull him aside. " You're a captain now? " I ask. " You are correct Kaden, didn't take you long to figure that out." he bragged. I jokingly punch him in the arm. " Don't be such a smart ass.". We walk for a while just talking then we grab a few drinks and sat down. " So how's the folks." said Cullen. " Um, well actually they...they were taken by British empire troops." I said in a mellow tone. Cullen sat there for awhile with a regretful expression, most likely wishing he had never asked about my parents. " Listen Kaden i'm going to to help get them back." Cullen offered. " You really don't have to do that I will be fine on my own." I replied. " It would be my honor to get your parents back from those British bastards." I got up and gave Cullen a bear hug and thanked him for offering to help me. " We can start searching right in the morning, but how about we get some rest now it's been a long day." Said Cullen. The next morning I wake up feeling more determined than I ever had in my whole life. Cullen comes in with a green pair trousers and a clean white button up shirt and throws them at me. " Get dressed we're leaving in five minutes." Cullen commands. I scramble for my my clothes and quickly throw them on. When i'm dressed I grab my springfield rifle and head out. I see Cullen by the camp entrance and start hustling over to him. Cullen gives me an awkward eye after he takes a look at my gun. " What the hell is that." he says as he points at my gun. " My springfield bolt action rifle, what about it?" " That thing is gonna do you no good against a group of enemies that have much faster and more efficient rifles." He says as he takes my rifle and throws in on the ground. Then he pulls out a MP 18 out of his combat bag. I look at that gun like it's the lord and savior himself. A fully automatic MP 18 with a drum magazine and bayonet. He hands me the weapon and I hold it with all the care in the world and inspect the beautiful machine of destruction. " Well now that you have the proper rifle I suppose we could head out now." We head to the stables to pick a horse to ride. I walk past two horses till I come upon a magnificent black steed. I tell Cullen I wanted this horse and he hands me a staddle to put on the horse. We take off on horseback and ride for about five minutes till we reach a enemy fortified street. We hop off are horses and tie them to a light post at the end of the block. We start sneaking around building to building, we see no body on this street so we let up are guard a little. The streets are quiet, way too quiet for a enemy owned area. I start to grow suspicious as we come up to this building that use to be a bank. It looks very ruin down and it gives me an eerie feeling. " Well come let's go inside." Cullen says. I refuse to let fear get the best of me, so I agree to go in. We walk up to the door, but it is lock." Step back, imma kick the door in." Cullen says confidently. He takes a step back from the door and readies his leg to kick. When bullets rip through the rich oak wood of the door. Cullen is riddled with hundreds of bullets that come flying through the doorway. I dash out of the way of the bullets coming from the doorway. I aim my rifle at the doorway ready for enemies to rush me. Cullen lies on the street with blood pooling around him. I call his name, but get no response. I can feel my stomach turn like a twister at the sight of my dead friend. I feel sorrow come over me, but have no time to be sad as three Brits rush me. I send off hundreds of shots before the enemy can even raise their guns. All the men fall to the ground before they even fire a shot. I check to see if the enemies are dead. All but one are dead. So I decide to put him out of his misery my putting a bullet in his head. I run quickly over to Cullen to check on him, then I drop to my knees and pick up his head. I try vigorously to get a sign of life from him, but I am unsuccessful. It's my fault that he's dead I should have never let him help me. I walk over to a dead British soldier and start firing bullets off into his lifeless body."You son of bitch, you did this, you did this!" I scream at the dead soldier. The gun sends of it's last bullet then I chuck it against a building. It hits the wall, but not much happened other than the mag fell out and maybe a few dents and scratches."I am doing this on my own from now on, I don't need no one else." I mumble to myself. I walk over to the horses and untie them from the light post. Then I hear heavy machinery behind a build. I can hear the thunderous beast creeping closer towards me. I try to see what is behind the buildings, when a shell comes flying from behind a house and hits the building on the other side of the street sending it crumbling in thousands of pieces. I turn to the horses to help my escape, but when I turn around the horses are running off because the shell frightened them."Come back." I plead. Then from the corner of the street I see a monstrous tank turn and point is barrel straight at me. I stare down the barrel prepared to accept death.