An Unlikely Time

Chapter 9- The Great Family Rescue

It was dark. It had too be late at this point. We had been walking for a few days, surviving off of a couple pears.
I knew we had to get going, but I could tell Rachael was exhausted. Probably because she was sleeping.
I began to wonder if I could make it back. A little bit farther, and we'll be at their headquarters. I don't think Rachael knew of all my "visits", but it didn't matter, I suppose.
I thought back to a few of my old encounters.

I ran through the streets, my dog at my heels, shooting any Brit that ran toward me. I was courageous, strong, out for the blood of my enemies. I was grabbed from behind and thrown onto the ground by a old strong man, who glared at me. Yo-Yo jumped up, only to be collapsed my a soldier holding him down.
"Freaking psycho rebel..." He muttered under his breath. Two guards grabbed me and held me in place.
"So you're the rebel everyone talks about. The solid, green-eyed soldier that is foiling our plans?" I said nothing. I stared at him, a dark and menacing glare stapled onto my face.
"Pathetic. I shouldn't even be here to take care of a kid. So why am I here?" He turned to a guard, who stood in a respectful position.
"General, she's been killing our soldiers one by one." I looked at the British general, chuckling.
"General, eh?" I ran up to him, being grabbed harshly but holding in one spot.
"If I got rid of you, all of this shit would be over." The general rose his eyebrows.
"Or we can rationalize this like normal human beings." I growled like a rabid dog, smiling widely.
"Who says I'm normal. I've put up with you assholes way too long."
The general grabbed me by my jacket.
"I could command my men to kill you now..." His grip remained on my jacket. "... Or you could join us." My eyes became wide and I pulled my arms away from the soldiers, shooting him in the leg and running.
The general dropped to the ground, making some soldiers jump up and release my devil dog. Two soldiers chased me until is abrupt voice rang out.
"Let her go!" He said. The men returned to his side, helping him up.
He smiled.
"She'll be back..."

I pulled myself out of that memory. I was crazier that my dog then, and I hated remembering that side of me, where I was driven to madness...
It wouldn't be long now, Rachael and I would part ways. Nothing personal, but I didn't need her getting into any more trouble... that was our family's definition.
When I thought honestly, I needed to just go out on my own al together,
Yo-Yo and I. Leave my family behind as well. They wouldn't chase my parents because they know that my parents can take care of them. No, they want me, and me alone.
I suddenly heard the crackling of leaves. My eyes widened, and saw a soldier hang over Rachael.
"RACHA-!" Suddenly, my mouth was covered with a wrap, and the chloroform sunk into my nose. I began to struggle to freedom, but became weak, and passed out.

* * * *

I was awoken with the loud slam of a door. My eyes opened wide, and I looked around anxiously. I was in a jail cell.
Not like I hadn't been in one of these before, with the Brits I mean. I had been here a few times, and the bars were surprisingly easy to break.
But this time was different. The bars seemed broader. The room seemed darker. And for some reason, it seriously bothered me.
Rachael was sitting on a bench, turned away from me. She was shivering, and her hair looked a little messier then before. She had probably tried to fight those Brits off. But the only thing the Brits seemed good for was attacking in mass amounts.
"Rach?" She took a breath.
"They got us, Ash. They got us." I paused, taking it in. I knew we had to escape, but not without her family. We never leave someone behind. EVER.
"Don't worry, we can get out."
"I saw my mom." She muttered under her breath.
"She's still alive..." I blinked at her.
"What about your sister?"
She shrugged.
"I didn't see her." I took a breath, finding it hard to breathe in this small dark room. Rachael turned and exposed a large bruise. I gasped lightly.
"Are you ok?" She nodded.
"I'm fine."
I reached for my bag, but realized that the soldiers had taken it.
"Those assholes..."
I saw a soldier walked up to our cell, opening it. He grabbed me.
"Come on, the general wants a word with you."
I looked at Rachael, whispering.
"Find a way out." She nodded, and I was pulled away from my dear friend, awaiting my possible death.