Here's some more of that story I had posted earlier, if you wanna read what was previously written, just check me archives!
Standing about four feet from her, I regarded her calmly. "I’ll keep you here until you change your mind."
The girl glared at me. She was not built for fighting, yet she was sent after me. "Why?"
I sighed. "Because you’re too young. You should not have even gotten involved in this. Maybe if I hold you here long enough, you‘ll change your mind."
"If you let me go, I’ll kill you," came the reply.
I shook my head, walking away from her. "You don’t get it. They weren’t expecting you to kill me. Why would they send only twenty of you after me? Don’t you know a thing about your target? Or were you just blindly following orders like a good little idiot?"
The chains jingled violently again. "I was ordered to kill you, and I will-"
I turned back to her, walking right up into her face. "Do you know how many lives your superiors have wasted trying to go after the person in front of you!? Do you know how many squads of twenty had not one survivor?! They’ve sent a hundred men at once after me, and not one has lived! What makes you think you’re any different?"
She was stunned silent. Apparently, they had told her as much as they had told any of the grunts they sent out to senselessly waste their lives against me.
I looked into her eyes until she couldn’t stand my gaze any longer, and then I once again moved away from her, hearing the chains move in an attempt to escape. "I chained you up for your own safety," I said, walking over to the table where I’d collected weaponry from the fallen. Not one shot had been fired in defense, and I hated to think that I was that efficient. "It’s a lot harder to get out of here than it is to get in, I assure you."
Seconds later, booted feet touched the ground, but no steps from that spot were made. "What if I make it out?"
I examined the weapons I didn’t have to use: mint condition spoils of war I kept just in case the occasion ever came that I actually needed them. There were more than thirty before me, all from the most recent raid. "Who knows? They’ll probably ask you what you saw, put you on paid leave, and kill you in your sleep. You’ll never know or feel a thing."
I doubt that’s what she was expecting. Slow steps echoed through the empty flat as she approached me from behind. "How do you know that?"
I picked up one of the pistols before me, cocking it and inspecting the barrel straightness and sights. "What’s your name, grunt?" I didn’t care if she was offended or not.
"Roland, Erin, K." I knew it had been reflex and not a willingness to cooperate that had prompted her to respond in that way. She’d likely been in military schools and academies since she was a child.
"Rank."
There was a pause that meant she wasn’t sure whether to respond or not. So, to speed along her decision, I turned, the pistol in my hand, and pointed it at her head. "I asked for your rank. I won’t ask again."
"Second Lieutenant," she replied.
I sighed, putting the safety on and placing the gun on the table. "There’s one very good reason why you’re the only one who ever lived, and I’m sure you want to know what it is."
She stood, staring at me, and didn’t respond. But I could read her eyes; expressionless as she was, I knew what was on her mind.
"You’re not even as old as I am, yet you’re on the front lines, chasing down a dangerous enemy you know nothing about. Even knowing that your entire squad was wiped out and didn’t manage to scratch me, you were still willing to carry out orders." I sighed and shook my head, walking away from the table to the chains that she had been hanging from. "Blindly, loyally, without question, you’re willing to throw away your life for people who don’t give a damn about you."
The steps moved to where I had been, and though I wasn’t looking at her, I knew what she was planning. I even smiled as I heard her quietly take the safety off the gun I’d prepared for her. "Are you as prepared to die as you think? You’re what? Sixteen? Still a virgin? Never even been kissed, I bet." I turned to face her, holding my arms out to the side so that she could get a clear shot. "Your life has just begun, and you’re choosing to end it already."
To be completely honest, one of my online writing buddies wrote some of this, so he needs some credit...but what do you think? Any ideas for a title yet?
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