A good soldier never gives up

The truth will set you free

We sat down for about a minute or two on some rocks outside to catch our breaths. When I looked over to her, she had her knees clutched to her chest.

"Will you tell me now?" she asked me with a serious tone.

I nodded. "Your father is a creator of a very dangerous weapon that is powerful enough to destroy a major city. If Damien gets his hands on your father, it would be the end of us and everything we care about. That's why I was sent to protect you, so your father wouldn't have a reason to hand over a dangerous device."

She began to shake her head no, "I got all of that from your dad. How are you involved in this? I want to know everything about you."

I scratched the back of my head, quite unsure of where to begin. "Well, alright. I was born in a small town not to far from the Guerrillas camp. My real father had tried to protect my mother and I from becoming prisoners when he found out what they were after. He was killed in battle due to the lack of weapons." I looked over at her to see if she was confused with my story so far.

"Wait, if your dad died, then who is that?" she asked me.

"I'm getting to that part. My mother tried to protect me herself. She ran away with me in her arms until Damien caught her. We were separated, just like the other children from their mothers. She was locked away in a prison cell while I was raised by a cruel man. At a young age, I learned the basics of war. I knew how to fire just about any weapon and wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone in order to make my father proud. On my sixth birthday, father had taken me to visit her for the first time in my life. I remember her asking me if I knew who she was. I had answered no and told her I didn't have a mother. After that, her and father got into an argument and he slapped her. I was taken away after that, never to see her again. Ever since then, I completed my training and killed more than two hundred and fifty men in battle. A few weeks ago, father had told me that the military was looking for the people we have supposedly freed. We fought them until Janet, a girl from my team, was shot on her shoulder. We were ordered to retreat when I slipped on loose gravel. I was questioned for weeks after that until I was finally told the truth about him. I helped the military rescue the people we had taken and then took the job to protect you."

She held up her hand to her mouth as if she couldn't believe that something like this could happen. "That's awful. I can't believe that something like that would happen to you."

I shrugged, unsure of what to say. "I don't mind it really. This is everything I know how to do." I look up at the sky and took her hand. "Let's move. We don't want to spend too much time in one place. We don't know who is on our side."

She nodded and allowed me to lead her.

We were out in the open with no weapons what so ever. How am I ever going to contact Alicia or Kevin when they kept everything? They decided against giving me some kind of distress device because they thought one hand gun would be enough for a fifteen year old like me. After all my years of experiance, they continue to doubt me. I sighed before stopping in place. I have no choice but to admit defeat for this mission.

"I have no idea where we are. I do not know the surrounding area," I admitted to her.

She dropped my hand and looked around. "Well, why don't we ask someone for directions? Maybe hitch hike our way back home?"

I shook my head no. "That does not sound like a good idea. If we could find some way to contact my comrades, then we may have a chance to get you back home."

"Why don't you just call them? You have a phone, right?" she questioned.

"I do not," was all I had to say.

She rolled her eyes at me before pulling me off to a nearby payphone. "Here I thought you were prepared for every situation. You should really carry a phone with you."

I placed in the money, ignoring her comment, before dialing the number. Three rings later, Kevin answered the phone.

"Hello, who is this?" he asked.

"William, I'm here with the girl. We had some trouble with the terrorists, but we managed to escape. I'm out of weapons and we seem to be lost," I reported to him.

All of a sudden, his tone became serious. "Where are you? Are any of you in need of medical assistance?"

"No, we are alright. We don't really know where we're are though. Think you can track us through this phone call?" I asked him.

He shouted something out to Alicia before turning back to me. "Alright, give us a few minutes to pinpoint your location. Stay out of sight for now and don't let your guard down."

"Roger that, Commander," I told him before hanging up the phone. "Let's get out of here. We need to disguise ourselves in order to blend in with the citizens in this area."

I grabbed her hand again, only for her to drag me off to a clothing store. "Let me take over the disguises idea. Being normal is my specialty." She pulled me inside and began pulling off shirts from the shelves until she found one she liked. She then found some skinny jeans to match before dragging me over to the men side. She gave me about four or five different sets of clothes before allowing me to change back into my own.

"How much money did you bring for the trip?" she asked me.

I pulled out my money and began to count. "About forty dollars," I told her before handing her the money.

"Great, we should have enough with that money," she dragged me to the register, paid, then pushed me back to the fitting room. "Change into those clothes."

I did what I was told. When I stepped out, I waited for about thirty seconds before Juliet came out. She dressed in dark jeans and a blue v-neck. She had wrapped her hair into a ponytail and changed her sandals into tennis shoes. I was wearing a dark green shirt with black jeans and some Nike shoes.

"How do I look?" she asked me.

I looked at her carefully before nodding, "different. They won't be able to recognize you so easily now."

"Thanks? Well, you look good in those clothes. I have great taste," she told me with a victorious smile.

"Let's go before we are identified. I will not be as helpful if I become severely injured. I won't last long in another battle," I told her. We walked around for a few minutes before a black Sonata pulled up in front of us.

The man inside lowered his window and took one look at us. "Are you kids William Asher and Juliet Peterson?" He asked us.

I pushed Juliet behind me as I answered, "Who wants that information?"

"You are those two. Great, now our search is over." The man smiled as he snapped his fingers. Two big men came out of the car and tried to grab us. I pushed Juliet away gesturing for her to run before they could take her.

I began to fight just as the one who was driving ran out after her. The other two men wouldn't go down as easily as others that I faced before. It was a bit more difficult, especially because these guys seem to be professionally trained. With a kick and a punch here and there, I eventually knocked the big guys down with a satisfying thump.

I ran in the direction she ran, hoping that she wasn't in any serious trouble. Juliet was running, probably out of breath, but close behind her was the driver. He grabbed hold of her wrist and had managed to grab hold of her waist. He threw her over his shoulder and tried to call for his friends.

"Will! Help me! William!" Juliet shouted out. She was panicking so much that I could see tears streaming down her cheeks. I tried my best to reach her as the Sonata came rushing towards them.

I ran as fast as I could over to them, shouting "I'm coming Juliet! I won't let them take you!" She shouted more before they stuck her inside the car. "No! Juliet!" I shouted as the driver gave me an evil grin. He held up a gun aiming directly at my heart. I barely had enough time to slow down and jump out of the way before he fired.

"Juliet. I let you down," I whispered to myself as I watched them drive away.