Taken (TordEdd) [Book 2 of Wanted]

Chapter 17

| |Warning: this chapter will include the subjects of war/battle, blood, and gore. Reader is to be advised of the topics.| |

{Author's Note: This chapter will be a bit longer then most? Enjoy, I guess, haha. :>}

Tord was finally ready. His men, his army, his weapons. All of them prepared for the battle against Carla's army to defeat and take her down. He had killed all of her suspicious, idiotic spies in under a matter of hours.

He was outside of the Red Base, smoking a cigar while his people finished one final practice of battle training. Now, he knew men and women would die in this particular battle, but each and every one of them are ready to make that sort of sacrifice. To him, he would die protecting them and, most importantly, his family. But these people that were preparing themselves? No, they didn't really care about his family, but they cared about each other and their lives and their families. They did not want to be sold off to Carla's base, nor did they want to be treated like shit by Carla's soldiers.

Paul and Pat carefully approached from behind him. Both soldiers had a straight posture and had grown stronger. "Red Leader, sir," they both saluted at the same time, their gaze straight and stern.

Tord turned to face them, dipping his head as greeting when he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. "Paul, Pat," he said in return.

"We all believe we are ready for the attack," Pat reported with a nod. "The soldiers have finished their final training and we are ready, sir. The medics that are coming are more prepared then ever."

Tord nodded. "Wonderful. We attack at midnight."

Paul and Pat both nodded in return, turning and walking back inside to spread the news of the timed attack against their enemies.

Tord stared off into the distance, putting out his cigar. "Don't you worry, Edd," he said into the chilly air. "We're coming for you. I'm coming for you. I promise, baby. I'll be there soon." He turned and walked back into the base.

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Three hours until the planned attack. It was 9:00 and Ellody was just about to go to sleep. She was sitting up in her bed, having had overheard a conversation between her father and a few soldiers. She only heard a few patches of the conversation, though.

Something about a planned attack tonight at midnight? she asked herself. Were they going to rescue her mother?

Ellody leaped out of the bed, squealing happily. She ran out of her room. "Daddy! Dad!" she called. She found her father in the living room, looking through a photo album. He looked up and gave a soft smile, closing the book.

"Hey, darling. What are you doing up?" he asked.

"Are you going to rescue mommy?" she beamed hopefully. "Can I go, too?"

Tord sighed and shook his head. "No, dear. You can't, it's too dangerous. You could get hurt or even killed."

Ellody frowned. "But I don't want you to get hurt!" she whined.

"Ellody, dear, it's better me then practically anyone at this point. My army is going to attack one of our strongest, most successful enemies," Tord explained. "Many of these people will make sacrifices tonight, and I don't want you to be one of them."

Ellody turned her head, looking down. "Okay," she mumbled sadly, shuffling her feet.

Tord stood up and rubbed Ellody's shoulder. "Come on, dear. Let's get to bed, okay? I'll read you a bedtime story."