One hour.
That's how long I'll be trapped in this shithole. Which doesn't even make reason, since we're supposed to be relocating. My breath spills over in murky fog, warming my hands. Before the General's bodyguards threw me in this ditch at the edge of camp -close to the mass burial site, I might add- called the Barracade, James had the nerve to call me a shit.
"I always thought you were a little shit."
Keeps knocking on the contours of my brain. I can hear the slow tempo of his voice, the low pitch, I can even imagine the gust of moisture slipping from his mouth when he said those words. I go over the situation in my mind, tell myself I could've handled it better, smoother. Maybe if I could listen to orders every once in a while the General would've believed about the blimps. No doubt they're almost upon us, ready to strike with all the force they have.
It's the perfect assult, on the perfect day to do it. It's freezing, (I'm afraid my balls might just drop off,) the sky is producing a emmense amount of snow and I have no idea if the General can make any sense in his orders.
"Dammit!" I shout, and punch a patch a cold earth around me with a hard fist. "Let me out!"
"Shut the hell up, Mason!" Hisses one of the guards- Cauis. He's Marcus' younger brother, but the General had been too heartless to give him a better rank. So here he is- watching me, along with Alex, his best friend. Great.
"'common, guys, you know me-"
"Of course we fucking know you, Mason." Alex gives me a dark look, squinting his eyes. "Edward Anthony Mason- such a prodigy! Our little charm of luck! Now see where you are? Where you're going? Nowhere."
"Alex, you son of a-"
"Shhhh!" the noise escapes Cauis' lips, causing a shiver to run up my spine...
I shut my mouth -a rare phenomenon- and turn my ears the the sounds of the forest. The clear cackle of geese heading lately south penetrates my eardrums. Whistling of the last few leaves on the dying trees registers. Faint, scampering footfalls. Occasional cusses. ("Shit!") ("Run!")("Move!")
"What's going on up there?" I huff, and jump to reach the precipice of Alex's left boot. He kicks my hand back roughly and I fall down a few inches, hard, on my right ankle. "Dammit, ow!"
Shit, that hurts. I take a quick glance at my now-crippled ankle. Twisted. My ankle is twisted.
"I said, Shut the fuck up, Cullen!" Growls Cauis. "Now, -stay!"
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