The Resistance

Chapter 2: Captured

Being the leader of the Echoes at sixteen could be one of the hardest challenges for a person. The thing I knew for sure about being a leader was to never set a bad example for your comrades.

For the past 10 years where the economy of the world has collapsed, the Echoes could not be found. Nobody knew who we were. We were only shadows in the dark world we live in. Nobody could find us...

Yet here I am, the leader of the so called shadows, at the basecamp of one of The Follower groups. A small green tent, that had a wooden table in the middle, a black board on the far end with a few 'battle stragedies' scribbled upon it and small wooden figurines scattered all over the place.

I, leader of The Echoes, am kneeling before one of the top military generals I know. The man had his hair cut 'army style, yet slightly modern with his dark red fringe just above his eyebrows. His camo shirt strained against his arm's muscles. I would bet my left arm he was wearing a smaller shirt on purpose, trying to intimidate me. Well he has another thing coming. He had the whole army look with those combat boots and multi-camo pants that ended at his ankles.

Looking up at his hard emotionless face, I could see why some of The Innocent girls called him 'hot'. The man truly was a sight for sore eyes. His body was that of a Greek god. Muscles and sexiness combined into one. It was enough to make a girls knees weak. His bright blue eyes stared into your soul. His defined jawline had a six o'clock shadow on it. His broad shoulders and thick neck was enough to make me drool.

I clenched my fist together, that was binded behind my back. No. I couldn't let my teenage hormones get the best of me. He was the enemy. Killing innocent people was just a job for them. They didn't care for the well being of others. They only cared for following orders. I couldn't fawn and throw myself to a wannabe leader. He had an air of danger around him. He was dangerous. I curse myself for ever getting myself in this situation.

His hand, that looked huge in comparison to mine, never left the side of his hip. His 9-mm pistol sitting in his holster. He was staring daggers at me... great. I'm so in trouble. I knew the man thought I was one of The Echoes members, but he didn't even suspect that I was the leader. If he only knew...
I will probably be tortured vividly until I told them the whereabouts of my camp. Yet he had another thing coming.

My troups wouldn't leave me here.

They knew where I was, for that I am sure. They are just biding their time, waiting for exactly the right moment to strike. It might take a week or two to figure out exactly all their weaknesses and 'pressure points', but I knew they would never leave their leader behind. Not even if it costs them their lives. They were loyal untill the end. So it was only a matter of time.

I took my eyes off of the angelic demon in front of me and busied myself by staring at the rock next to his combat boot. They probably thought I was weak, young, gullible. But they'll never break me. I was trained since I was 6 years old to withstand the worst torture known to man kind, they couldn't make me talk even if they tried to buy me up with the elixer of immortality.

I can still faintly remember how my farther used to train me. It was excruciating, but I knew it was in my best intentions to do as I was told. Without that training I wouldn't have become the leader of The Echoes at such a young age. Thinking about it now, it made sense why the man before me looked so.... young. He was probably trained when he was still a little chubby boy. I looked at the stupidly incredible specimen before me once again. He seemed to be in his early twenties. Maybe 21?

Yet even if he only looked young, his behaviour seemed... peculiar. His whole demeanor radiated power. Like that of an alpha wolf. His stance was prideful... powerful. I fear that he could use that power against us. I know it would be a force to be reckoned with and I think he knew it to.

A pubescent boy around 14-ish walked into the tent. Stood next to the General, uniform and everything and whispered something into his ear. I nearly laughed myself to death when the General had to lower his 6'2 foot self so that the boy could reach his ear. I must've let something slip, because those piercing sea blue eyes locked into mine with such an intensity that a small gasp escaped my lips. He was really serious about the situation.

He gave a slight nod and a grunt at the little boy, making him scramble away. He looked down towards my kneeling form, and I mean he really looked at me. He was analysing every inch of my body, like I was some sort of alien entity to him. Looking for weak spots and the darkness in my soul. Without my permission, a slight shiver ran up my spine from his intense stare. My teenage hormones are really irritating me at the moment. After what felt like an hour of him staring at me, I couldn't keep myself quiet anymore.

"Oky dude your staring is starting to creep me out." His eyes widened at my sudden words. Like he didn't expect me to have the ability to talk. Does he really think so low of me? The slight evil curve of his lips made me want to run away yet drool at the same time. I was so confused.

"So the little minx can talk." Who the hell was he calling a minx! I nearly growled at him when he kneeled down before me and took my face between his forefinger and thumb. His stupidly handsome face infront of me. I wanted to rip myself away from his cold alluring touch, but his grip on my chin was too tight. I think I was going to have a bruise.

"Why don't we have some fun, little minx?" The sinister smile on his perfect lips made my blood run cold. I was going to suffer.

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What a heart warming chapter (Note the sarcasm). Hope you liked it!
Enjoy the rest of your day lovies.