The Warfront.

Chapter One- Jina Hanks

I stand in the Whitehouse, or at least what was the Whitehouse, twenty years ago. A war called the Final War broke out after years of tension. The world has never been the same since.

There are still soldiers warring even though the leaders have claimed over and over, that the war itself is done. I don't believe them though. They're just trying to cover up their mistake I guess.

You're probably wondering who I am. My name is Jina Hanks. I am the main assistant for the Southside leader, Timothy Goolsworth. I'm only 16, yet he insisted two years ago, that I must be at his side, probably because he was a really close friend to my father. So here I am, getting paid just to talk to him, and provide him with a little company.

"Where is she?" Timothy asks me, as I step into his large room. He is sitting in his armchair by the window, his wire frame round glasses are fogged up. I grab them from him to clean.

"Matilda?" I ask, looking up at his face.

"Yes! My wife, where is she?" Timothy has a worried look in his eyes, my insides crumple.

"Well...she was at the Scene..." I remember stepping out of John Jekin's car earlier to get Matilda from her shift.

"Oh Timothy...she's...she was killed." I sigh, bracing myself for Timothy to start a fit, but he doesn't. He just looks at me, through me, his eyes blank. I can tell he's going through all the emotions at once, guilt, anger, sadness, love, hate, confusion, curiosity...but underlying all of that is nothingness. Pure nothingness.

"How did she die..?" He asks, putting his face in his hands, his voice shaking.

"She was helping an injured woman to the Safe Zone, she got shot. It was short and painless though, the killer's aim was impeccable. Hit her right in the heart." Timothy rubs his red eyes and gestures to me. I hug him, patting his back comfortingly.

"I'll be here for you Timothy, up until the day I can't anymore. I promise. I 'll see you later Timothy. I just came to bring you the news, I ordered your favorite truffles. I'm headed to the Scene again. I'll stay safe." I say, waving him goodbye. He holds my hand for a moment longer.

"Jina, please be careful." He says, and then he lets go. Receding into a shell of grief.