Letters to Eleanor

The Storm Keeps Raging On - Chapter 2

*Recap of last chapter*

"Liam Hayford and Kaliah Aarons, please exit the vehicle with your hands up, you are surrounded."

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Liam's POV (In the first person)

Why is it I couldn't just live in peace?

Why is it I always had to be on the run, even before I met Kaliah?

When the person announced in the megaphone that we are surrounded, I wasn't scared, I was just plain pissed at the turn of events, again!

I clutched Kaliah to my chest, as if I could shield her from whoever was out there once we exited the vehicle.  The lights blurred our vision, but we could still see things clearly enough.  

In the sky, six our seven helicopters with white flashing lights hovered above us.  We could see people with guns trained at our hearts.  Then on the ground, we were surrounded by men and women with big black guns, it looked like a semiautomatic... something or another, it had been a while since I played a first person shooter game.  They were protective gear, helmets, and black glasses.  

At that point, I was worried, but not scared... For all we knew, these people could be part of the war, representatives from America, or perhaps even the Canadians wanting their Jeep back.  

Two men, unarmed, came up to us, then ordered us to our knees.  At first, I refused, but a rough kick to the back did the trick to get me down.  Kaliah cried out once I writhed in pain and fell down, kneeling.  "Bow down to the new president of the United States of America, President Richard Becker," a deep voice announced. 

A man dressed in a suit emerged from the sea of black clothes and heavy guns.  He was young, maybe twenty five years old.  President Becker had black hair, black as the night.  He had stony gray eyes, as if he was about to paralyze you at any moment.  "We meet at last, Miss Aarons." He completely ignored me... that bastard.

"What do you want from me?" Kaliah spat at him.

The President smiled his sick smile.  "We have done genetic searches on everyone in the country, well all of the survivors that is," he added hastily.  "You will help me produce the perfect child, the perfect offspring."

"And what if I refuse?" she shot back.

Becker tsked.  "Well, well, well, we can't have that, can we?"  He turned to his soldiers.  "Take her away," the President ordered.

I held myself back from trying to stop them from taking her, but I knew better. We'd both be screwed if I hadn't known what I was doing.  We'd be dead for all I know.  Those soldiers wouldn't hesitate to shoot me if they got the chance.  "What is it you want from me?" I asked without a single tremor in my voice.

"Liam Hayford, it's wonderful meeting you," he held out his hand to shake.  I refused it, staring into his stormy eyes.  "Now that's not very polite," Becker pulled his hand back.  "Now what is it that we want from you?" he talked to himself, "Ah yes, that's right, it's a surprise.  Sedate him."  Before I even saw him walk away, I was hit with a dart in my arm, making me black out immediately.

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A/N: I'm sowy it took so long :(

I wasn't feeling the wriing mojo yesterday, if you know what I mean.

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-Em