Blue Revolution: The Sacrifices [Editing]

A.N: Gosh that took me forever,,,,sorry xD 

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Chapter 3: The Sacrifices and Abesforth.

If I had been in another situation, I would have probably enjoyed the magnificent scenery that surrounded me. The tall trees, the odd birds and the lovely warm sunshine. But I was in a rather uncomfortable position at that very moment, so instead of taking in the beauty of nature, I was punching someone’s back.

Yeah, you heard me. I was punching someone’s back. While I was upside down.

The jerk who had kidnapped me through the fountain –I still hadn’t hear his name- decided that it would be a  good idea to throw me over his shoulder and carry me down the mountain as if I was a sack of potatoes. At first I had screamed the forest down, but my poor throat was beginning to go rather hoarse, so I decided to torture him by kicking his face if I was able to, and punch his back.

But for some reason, no matter how many times I walloped him he didn’t even bulge in the slightest.

“Damn it,” I hissed, starting to feel rather sick. The guy was actually rather tall, at least a head or two more than me, and you know, Milla White is rather scared of heights…. A sudden clicking noise made my head look up slightly. It sounded as if someone had just loaded a shotgun.

The freak obviously hadn’t noticed because he never halted, his steps continued to trail us down the mountain, but I had already began to freak out, wondering if I was going to die right here and now.

“Didn’t you just hear something?” I enquired, wrapping my fingers into the soft fabric of his shirt, which had already dried completely. He was weird, clothes wise he dressed a bit normal, I mean, anyone could pull of a black shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans, but I still didn’t get what was up with the big long elf ears.

“Don’t grab on to me,” he snarled, a cold warning slipping through his words. I cringed, but decided to just ignore him. He was the one holding onto me, so what was the big deal?

Suddenly, right before my eyes a little troupe of men appeared, rather silently, all holding big thick fire weapons, probably machine guns or something. I just stared at first, wondering if I was going delirious.

“Uh, White haired guy?” I whispered, my eyes fixed on their odd furry Viking styled clothing.

My captor ignored me, he just continued walking, that is, until another armed man appeared behind me, therefore, in front of him.

“Wind, put down the human and you can leave unharmed,” said a husky voice in a rather odd Irish accent. I struggled slightly, trying to twist my head round his back in order to see the new guy. He sounded kind of old, and when I saw him I wasn’t surprised to see some grey streaks sprouting from his long shaggy hair and beard.

“I still can’t believe it, that he would do this after all-“

This time it came from the troop that stood behind us, a younger voice speaking in the very same accent. I peeked at the guy who had just spoken, finding him rather cute. A quarter of his head was shaved off, and the rest varied between spiky strands, long lose hair and a couple of long dreadlocks. Typical guy you would call a rebel. But his light grey eyes stood out amongst his olive tanned skin.

“Shut it,” said the white haired freak who they had called “Wind”. Not only weird clothes, hair and ears, but now also a weird name? “Times are changing Roul, but before we talk I have to deal with someone,” he began, suddenly dropping me to the ground. I nearly battered my face against the leaf-covered forest ground, but thankfully my hands were able to break it slightly.

I glared up at him, not expecting him to apologize. Was he going to kill me? What did he mean by “deal with someone?” I suddenly felt a new wave of fear pulsing through me, and just as he began to creep down to my level, I started to back away, pushing my body back with trembling arms, not even standing up.

“Stay away!” I screamed, wondering if any of the cool rebels would help me out.

But before anyone could even blink, he killed me.

Or so I thought.

I mean, I didn’t even see him doing it, but when everything blacked out I just supposed that I had died with no time to panic or anything.

But soon enough I would realize that I wasn’t dead. Yet.