Uprising

Chapter 13: Quick.....

 As Salva and the duo finished off the pig of Sendrill, Quick was having his own little adventure. He was being hauled off to the old prison; it was a large complex with many rooms. The building is super insulated so no one could hear yelling and screaming.

"Ooo! More Victims for me!" a woman's voice says as she claps her hands

"Calm down Ali we both get turns at him" another voice says with a small laugh

Quick was not intimidated by the voices; they could do their worst to him as long as his team was fine. His life didn't really matter to him, others did. He had his father to thank for that. His father was rather abusive physically and mentally. His mother was so nice and happy even when his father struck her or Quick. It was really odd now looking back on it.

The van stopped completely, Quick knew this was his endpoint. He stared up as his assailants looked him dead in the eyes. A short black haired girl with bright blue eyes and pale skin standing next to a complete copy of her the only difference in the two was the height. The one on the left was about 4'3, while the other was 4'5.

"I'm gonna have a wonderful time breaking your neck" the short twin says smiling

"enough Ali, this is our guest we should make him feel at home" the one on the left says

"Aww Ashlyn you're no fun" She pouts a bit

"Or I could do it while you sit in the corner for being annoying?" Ashlyn says looking at Ali

Ali stayed quiet as they dragged Quick into a room; it was bright and had deadly and simple weapons out. Quick was restrained so, even if he wanted to, he couldn't reach the weapons. they strapped him down in a seat. Ali was smiling the whole time as they did so. A man was staring from the corner, he was a fairly dark skinned kid and of decent size.

"well we heard your father was a drunk is that true" Ashlyn said looking at Quick

Quick didn't answer; he then felt her hand strike his face. She seemed angry from not being answered. The kid in the corner flinched as the sound of the strike went through the room. Ali smiled at this and blushed a bit.

"Ali you and your sadistic mind....Stop blushing! And you! Answer my question!" Ashlyn demanded

"Yes he was a drunk so what?" Quick asked

"this is why" Ashlyn poured a bottle of whiskey on Quick's lap

"Such a nasty smell" the kid in the corner said

"enough Chris, let's see a quick fire" she sparked a match barely holding it with her fingertips