Free Fallocaust (The Fallocaust Series) by Quil Carter Page A

scratched his prickly stubble to buy him a few more seconds before turning to me, and looking me right in the eye.
    “You know nothing of King Silas,” he said very soberly, his eyes hard, “or how much of a threat him and his legionnaires are."
“No, I don’t,” I said back, “enlighten me.” My tone held a probably inappropriate amount of sarcasm, but his strange attitude had made me feel uneasy.
“Watch the attitude, sentry ,” Greyson said lowly. I let out a growl in the back of my throat, it was quiet enough that they couldn’t hear it. I didn’t want them to see how much that had offended me. I hated it when they pulled rank on me.
Leo gave out a loud grunt and pushed Greyson off to the side. “Calm down,” he said to him, then turned to me. “Reaver, you disobeyed orders, and it almost got you killed.”
I scoff loudly and pointed an accusing finger at Greyson. “He almost got the whole fucking block killed, and you two seem to be dancing around the reason why.”
That was when Greyson lost it.
“Because Carter would have fucking taken you, that’s why!” Greyson exploded, his steely grey eyes aflame. I saw his chest heave up and down before he took a second to compose himself. “He’s always drafting soldiers,” Leo spoke for him. “He took five of our men before he left, and I didn’t want him to take you.”
    I was taken aback, I had no idea that the mercer was going to draft during the census, they hadn’t mentioned it during the town meeting, or while the mercer was there. I never gave it a thought how General Kessler, the leader of the Legion, recruited soldiers; never really cared.
“Why... me?” I asked quietly, my anger had quickly dissipated, but was now replaced with a lot of curiosity, and just a small twinge of pride. There isn’t a man in the greywastes who wouldn’t feel a little bit proud of being selected like that.
“You’re a good sentry,” Greyson said flatly, “and a good kid. There is no way we’ll ever let you join the Legion. Your home is here.”
    “No shit,” I grumbled, wondering why he even felt like he had to say that.
“The last thing the greywaste needs is you as a soldier,” Leo said with an amused smirk. “You would race through the ranks quickly. The greywaste doesn’t need that, we have enough trouble with King Shithead and his chimeras already.”
“You really think so?” I turned to Greyson for clarification, the man gave a slight nod. I let out a breath and shook my head in disbelief. It made sense I guess, considering the enhanced senses I had, but I had trouble believing it, though I had trouble believing the last several hours had even taken place. It all seemed like a complicated blur right now.
    “Let’s sit down,” I said, my cheeks puffed out as I let out a breath.
    I offered the two of them a couple quils and motioned for them to sit. The living room we were in right now had two overstuffed chairs, a desk, and a large couch all surrounding a marble coffee table. I sat down on the overstuffed floral chair and my guests both sat on the couch opposite of me. The once heated and tense mood in my basement now gone.
“You know.” I lit myself a new quil and skidded my lighter over the coffee table to the two. “I’ve been taught to hate King Silas, blindly,” I said  honestly. “I know some of the shit he’s done, but really, I fucking know nothing of him.”
I took a deep inhale, and blew it out. “Who the fuck is he, and how did he get so much power?”
Greyson sighed, and also took a long drag. Poor guy seemed stressed enough over the mercer incident, and I could tell from his body language that this wasn’t something people liked talking about. I didn’t give a shit though, I wanted to know how this asshole came to rule the greywastes and created Skyfall, and who had trained him to do so. He was too young to have been here during the Fallocaust, it was my understanding that it was passed down from father to son.

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