Red (Colors Sequel)

Chapter 11

This chapter ends abruptly, since it is how far I got into writing this story.

For anyone still confused about the status of this story, it is discontinued.

I might find more of this chapter somewhere else (since I used to write on paper before typing it down), in which case I'll upload a Chapter 11.5, but don't expect that to happen anytime soon, honestly.

For now, I hope you enjoyed my small three chapters long gift to you :)

This story has been gaining a lot of attraction lately (maybe -probably- due to Unus Annus being a thing), and I can't thank you all enough for your votes and your comments. I truly, wholeheartedly appreciate every single one of you that read my story 💜💜💜

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I thanked the soldiers and they left me alone. I think I'd been the least lucky damage-wise. It probably had to do with the fact that I was the Chief and so, probably their main target. But whatever. The endgame was that my tent had been pretty much destroyed; with huge tears in each wall. The inside had been spared, thankfully. They probably left once they had figured out I wasn't there, peacefully waiting to be slaughtered in my sleep. I sighed. Well at least my tent had been somewhat repaired and I didn't have to sleep in the same tent as Tyler and Wade anymore. They were fun to hang out with, but not during the night when all I wanted to do was sleep. Now that that was done, I needed to check on team pink. I'd sent them out earlier on a mission to check on our soldiers dispatched around the outskirts of the camp and they should be coming back anytime soon now. Leaving my tent, I started walking to the South of the camp. I slowed down as I heard Nate's voice booming from somewhere nearby. It sounded like he was arguing with someone. Oh no. Slowing down almost to a stop, I sneakily got closer to where Nate's voice came from. What was he doing again? "You know he's a traitor! You've seen how he is with those... ACH enemies..." The words had been spoken with so much disgust that they would've hurt had I not been used to it. "And you know that's not true! Mark has been a great Chief and just a great soldier all around! He resolved our food problem, got us new soldiers and managed to catch the head of the FBI!" That... had been Nate. That was weird. "Still, he's corrupted. And I don't understand why you're defending him now when just a few days ago you still agreed with me!" "Because he's proved himself since and I think it's time that we give our Chief the respect he's due!" I felt butterflies swarm around in my stomach. That had been really sweet. And unexpected, too. But much welcomed. I felt myself smile so wide that my cheeks hurt. That was really fucking nice. I walked away before Nate noticed I was there. He probably wouldn't want me to know I'd heard him. He was to proud for that. I felt all giddy now. But my mood quickly dropped as I arrived at where the pink team was. They had definitely returned, and far from empty-handed. I reached the team leader and put my hand on his shoulder. "How many?" He sighed. "All of them. Bullet through the head. It was a clean death." I closed my eyes in horror. "I'm sorry." He shrugged my hand off and I opened my eyes to look at him. He was glaring at me. No... Not at me. His eyes were just filled with anger. "We'll avenge them, right?" I realized what my mistake had been and immediately stood straighter, trying to look determined. "We will. They'll all be avenged. Mark my words." The soldier nodded, the fire in his eyes burning even brighter. "For now, bury them. It's the least we can do." "Yes Chief."

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The soldiers all nodded to each other, motivated bu my speech. Thankfully. Nate was now speaking, saying a few words about the fallen soldiers. I'd asked him to, considering he knew them better than me, and he had accepted. I really appreciated Nate's help and overall presence now that he was set on helping me instead of hindering me. It was nice. Even though we had been attacked and had lost a few soldiers, we were still on our way to victory. 

Nate walked back to me and I realized I had zoned out for most of his speech. Oops. I nodded at him and at our soldiers in turn. 

"I'm proud of all of you. Thank you for your time." I nodded once more, and people started leaving. As I walked down the stage, Nate passed me, smiling at me before going on his way. I personally needed to get to the hairdresser's tent where Ben needed my help. However, it seemed that I wouldn't be there on time as someone stopped me. Of course. I should have expected it since it always happened when I made a speech. 

I turned around ready to face the random soldier and their problem, but was instead met with Cry's mask - or just Cry in general. "Chief! I need to talk to you." I furrowed my brows at Cry's tone. He sounded rushed. Or stressed. Or maybe both. "Privately."

I gestured at him to follow me, starting to make my way to my tent, all the while wondering what was going on. It seemed serious. God, what other crisis will I have to deal with again? 

I walked in my tent, Cry on my heels. 

"So whats- hmph!" My sentence got interrupted as Cry's lips crashed against mine. Where had his mask gone? But more importantly, why was Cry kissing me? Cry's hands surprised me as they grasped my shirt, pushing me against the wall in one movement, his lips only leaving mine for a split-second, enough for me to gasp in some much-needed oxygen. Cry's lips were feverish, and I had to force myself to push him away because fuck I really didn't want to, but this was important.

"Cry the-" "No don't. I'm sorry- I'll leave." 

I barely managed to stop Cry before he walked away. 

"I just wanted to tell you that the wall's not safe, it's just been repaired. So if you want to push me anywhere, the bed would be better." Cry smiled at me, and wasted no time reattaching his lips to mine. Fuck yes. Finally aware of what was happening to react, I started running my hands down Cry's back, appreciating the defined shape of his toned body. Fuck. Bringing one hand back up, I tangled it into his hair, loving how the soft strands curled around my fingers. 

A moan left my lips as Cry's member rubbed against me. I wanted more. As if hearing my thoughts, Cry slithered down my body, probably leaving a mark or two. Ironically enough, my skin marked extremely easily. 

"Fuck Cry." He looked up at my voice. His face was flushed, the redness of his cheeks contrasting with the lighter scoring of his scars. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. 

Cry smirked, his head dipping in between my legs.

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