This Is War

Chapter 2

Thump.

The body of my original get-away man lies on the ground, blood oozing from the bullet hole in his temple.

"What the hell!?" The run to the man, his name was Drake, and kneel next to him. I lay his head on my cold metallic legs and examine the wound.

I sigh. He was already gone. I ball my fist up and slam it on the pavement. I turn and look at President Sage who had a smug look on his face. "What the hell. I said you didn't have to fucking kill him."

He laughs. He just fucking laughed at Drake's death. In a rage I slap him across the face. Instantly my electronic body parts give off an electric shock. I scream out in pain. I pull at my hair to try and make the pain more numb, but it doesn't work.

The president kicks me down onto the ground. "Remember who's in charge here, F094. You're just my servant to do my bidding. Nothing more, nothing less." He walks away as the electric shock starts to die off.

I try to stand up, but I fall, weak from the torture combined with the pain of the bullets. I regain my breath and try again. I shakily stand up and look over my shoulder at the crew who just witnessed what I go through all the time. I pick up Drake's body and stumble my way to his parents' house.

I get there at about midnight. I knock on the door with my head heaving heavily. Quickly an older woman opens the door and gasps.

"Are you Mrs. Moran? The mother of Drake Morgan?" I ask. I adjust my grip on the body. I got some weird looks coming over here.

"Yes, I am. Is this..?" Her voice shakes and her eyes tear up. She calls inside. "Louis come here!"

A man walks to the door. "What is it, Rosalie?" Then he sees the body. "Oh no. That isn't Drake, is it? Please tell me that's not my little boy." He holds his wife.

"I regret to inform you that this is the body of your son, Drake Morgan. He fought valiantly until the very end. I tried to stop him. I even slapped the president." I feel a small shock run through me. "I came here to return the body so you can get it ready for the funeral."

I hand off the body to Mr. Morgan. Mrs. Morgan starts bawling her eyes out. "Thank you. But please go. We need time alone." A tear runs down his face. I nod and step away from the door. I turn around and sigh.

I start walking home. I slick my hair back and sigh once more. "I can't believe this." I shake my head.

About halfway home I am suddenly aware of how long these two men have been following me. I come to a stop behind a big crowd that has stopped for the street light to change. All of a sudden my waist gets grabbed an a hand covers my mouth.

"Hey pretty lady.. We're going to have some fun." The man laughs in my ear. The other one restrains my arms as that drag me into an ally.

Once in the cover of darkness one of the men pulls out a needle filled with acid green liquid. My eyes widen and I start tharshing harder than I was before. "It's alright darling.. This won't hurt a bit." He forces my arm away from my side. He feels it, making sure it's not metal. Seeing it's not, he plunges it into one of the veins in my arm. He pushes the drug into my vein and I get light headed. I pass out.

I wake up in a dark room. I quickly look at myself. Not naked.. Yet at least. I hear some yelling in the other room. They must be there. I look at my situation. I'm tied to the bedposts of a queen bed. I'm also gagged. That helps a lot. I pull at my arm, but the cloth won't come loose. I close my eyes and silently groan.

I open them and focus on getting out of here. I bend my wrist to try and get a hold of the end of the cloth. It's just out of reach on my right hand. I check my left and it's the same.