Victim 1 (part 2)
"Who are you?" I shout across the clearing. "What do you want?"
"I will be the one to save the world from your kind." the man says condescendingly. "Will you come quietly?"
"As if!"
The man says, "Very well, then," the man snaps his fingers. Out of nowhere, at least a dozen soldiers in red Halo outfits burst through the trees. They hold guns that are red, double-barreled, and large. The man snaps his fingers again. The soldiers aim their crosshairs at Alice.
I realize what is happening all too late.
Not a second later, Alice is on the forest floor bleeding from several wounds.
NO! I think. How could I have been so narrow-minded? Me!?
I fall to the ground, tears streaming freely from his eyes. Two heart beats pass, and Alice is dead (not like the Newgrounds game).
I couldn't save her, I think, not with all of my magic, I couldn't save one human.
"Will you come quietly now?" the man asks.
"Yes," I whisper.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you," the man taunts me.
"Yes!"I shout as I stand up.
"Drop all weapons, hold out your wrists, and walk here," The man says. I comply because all the soldiers are pointing their guns at me, although I wasn't holding any weapons. When I reach the man, he pulls a pair of handcuffs from his overcoat pocket. He puts them around my writs and I realize that these aren't normal handcuffs. When they made contact with my skin, they wrapped around it snuggly.
I've lost all hope. The one person I loved the most is gone.
Two soldiers follow behind me as the leader...um...leads me towards the truck. I feel a strange presence emanating from it which I've come to realize was shards of silver infused into the three layers of steel that encase the trunk.
Another soldier opens the back door and the ones behind me push me inside.
The back of the truck has two benches on the length-wise side with a grate leading to the cabin on the far wide-wise side of it. It's all grey and dreary, as if they want me to feel even worse than how I already feel.
I sit on the right bench as the door closes behind me. I begin ticking off what I know and how I can use it to my advantage:
A.) The walls of this car are lined with silver and some bad @zz metals. (this doesn't help at all...)
B.) I have seen people I love die. That makes me guiltless. (I can kill without remorse)
C.) No one knows I am captured. (No one will come looking for me for a while)
D.)The leader is older. He's not as fast as me. (I will beat him easily in hand-to-hand combat)
So all in all, I have little to nothing. Well, the pros are more than the cons. See the figure below.
PROs
CONs
I sigh as I contemplate my new life. The leader says I'm the 'first of my population' so I guess I'm going to be stuck with this crack-head until he brings others. I guess I am stuck with sarchastic and condescending comments for the next few moments.
Whatever lies ahead, at least my people are safe. For now...
End Part 2
Wow, I am posting this really late, so if the quality seems a little off, please forgive me. Hey, maybe if I am lucky I can get these little stories published. I'm glad I got another installment in. For now this is the end of Roth's story. I will write about other Supernaturals affected by this but will eventually come back to Roth. I'm already writing the storyboard for it.
Eternally yours,
Marishka