The Resistance

Chapter-1

I was walking in the IMAX theater of the third floor along with my four friends. We were sharing our thoughts about the movies we just saw. "The movie was AWESOME!!" Mike said.

"No kidding. It was epic," Rachel said with a bright smile.

"C'mon. It wasn't so good," Lucy said shaking her head.

"It is not our fault if you don't like action movies. Anyway what do you say, Jason," George said looking at me.

We had just watched Captain America 3: Civil War. I recalled the story to answer his question. "It was good," I replied.

"C'mon! Why are you always so dull? Enjoy life, dude!" Mike said. I replied with a grim smile.

My friends and I had decided to hangout in the BMX central. We enjoyed ourselves completely before deciding to go to the night show of the movie.

As we were exiting the theater I suddenly slipped. I tumbled down on to the floor. And it didn't help that I was carrying a backpack which had heavy books. I was bruised and I had a nasty looking bump on my head. My drink spilled all over my grey Gritstones jacket making a dark brown stain.

My head throbbed and my back ached. My friends immediately rushed to my side.

"Jason, you okay?" Mike said. I groaned and said sarcastically, "I just fell down onto a tiled floor. Of course I'm okay. Who wouldn't be?" I tried to stand up. Some people were already rushing there to see the cause of the commotion. As my vision cleared I helped myself up and said, "I need to go to the restroom"

I started walking awkwardly towards the restroom which towards the left in the hall. Mike and George volunteered to help me but I waved them off. All my thoughts were of my jacket. The Gritstones was a gift from a very special person given to me on my 15th birthday. It was special to me and I couldn't afford to lose it.

I entered the restroom and removed my bag and jacket. Then I ignored the pain in my skull and started washing the jacket.

***

Just somewhere near the complex unknown to anyone, a man was standing in the darkness. The leader was considering his strategy again and again.

My plan is a masterpiece. No one can stop it now. No one.

After a final rehearsal he spoke into his microphone "Let the attack begin."

***

I was scrubbing off the dark stain from my jacket. My back and head hurt very badly. The stain on my jacket neither got any lighter nor did it fade which did nothing to help my headache. It stuck to my jacket stubbornly.

Then suddenly I heard a high pitched scream outside the restroom followed by chaos of footsteps. Someone was shouting very loudly but his or her voice drowned in the sea of chaos. This was until a gunshot ringed out. Then silence prevailed. Something was going on outside.

A rough pitched voice was shouting something which I couldn't make out properly. Kind of sounded like "Si dou."

My heart was racing and my mind was going through the possibilities. My breathing became heavier as I imagined what in the world was going outside. My legs suddenly felt like jelly and I started shaking as fear took control of me.

Then I reminded myself that there was no use in wasting time like this. I had to do something. I thought of taking a peep through the door. Well, I was desperate to know what was going on so curiosity got the best of me. I slowly moved towards the door and opened it an inch. I looked outside through the narrow slit.