Free Revolt 2145 by Genevi Engle Page B

entrance walk-way. I went for a backhand, aiming at Lucas' pretty face but he slapped my arm down and gripped me aggressively by the neck and jaw. A position that was all too familiar, I became annoyed and then suddenly in pain as he slammed me head first into a nearby steel wall. My vision went into a blur and Lucas didn't take his time to launch his fist across my face. The attack rattled my jaw, and in an instant I was tasting blood. He attacked again, and this time it felt harder, his fist a lot firmer. The shock of the hit pasted to me to the floor and now there I was crawling for my life, as this mad man with a thirst for revenge was kicking my ass.
         “Babe!” I screamed.
    “No use. I put her out of consciousness for a good while so you won't be hearing from her for a while.” Lucas laughed. I was sore and I couldn't see straight, but I was not ready to accept the fact that after all of this work I've put into escaping hell, I was going to be killed by someone I helped escaped. To be betrayed while being so damn close. Lucas stood over me and dropped his knee into my chest with powerful authority. He then wrapped his large hand around my neck and he began to squeeze.
         “I don't really care what happened between the two of you, but you can duke it out in the pits of hell.” Lucas said, pressing down harder.
    “Not before we see you there first.” said a voice from behind Lucas before a figure standing behind Lucas reached around his neck and wrenched with a twisting jerk. My blurred vision wasn't able to make out who was standing there but it couldn't have been Babe. Unless Lucas was bluffing about knocking her unconscious. Then again, the figure was maybe just a bit too thin to have been Babe. The figure whipped out something sharp and rammed it into Lucas' neck ensuing a nasty over-kill. Lucas' body was then slammed to the floor. The figure stood over me, extending their hand. My vision began to return and in the next few seconds, I started to realize who that figure was standing over me.
         “I wasn't sure if I was included on your list, but looks like you ladies needed me.” Ellie said.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 10 - WELCOME HOME
     
                 
     
     
     
    November 1 st , 2134
         Once I was given the permission to ditch the cult, I wandered hopelessly through the territory regions daily. It was at that point, I lacked any goals and I had no destination. Must have been how it was so easy for me to get apprehended. They finally found me walking the streets, and I was so easily recognizable. They slammed me savagely on the ground as they cuffed me and threw me in the back of a hover vehicle. The ride was a lengthy one, and at this point; I had no mind of what was in store for me. A sack was thrown over my head before I was able to get a glimpse of where I was. I felt the grip of two men carrying me inside of an air conditioned interior. I heard the radios and numerous conversations that were ongoing within the building. The men carrying me made some turns and I could hear a large door opening and as they pulled me in, the area became colder. The amount of talking had lowered and after I heard another door open, it had quickly slammed shut; and I was set down roughly in a chair. The sack was lifted from my head and to my surprise, sitting in front of me was President Holden.
         “I've heard a lot about you.” he said.
    “Shouldn't I be in a jail somewhere, awaiting a life sentence?” I asked with a dumbfounded look.
    “Actually, you may be up for the death penalty, based on your resume.”
    “Okay. So in that case, why am I here talking to you? Because if I'm up for the Nobel Peace Prize, believe me when I say, I'm flattered.”
    President Holden stood up from his seat. “We managed get an eye on you recently and became curious when we started finding you walking the streets alone.”
    “It's been a rough few days.”
    “Let's cut the shit.