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Chapter Three

“JailBreak"

By

Furry Sith Lord

Peter tugged on the cuffs trying to remove them as he heard gunshots loudly blasting nearby. He hid under the table in hopes that none of the stray bullets would hit him. He could hear the officers shouting but could not understand what they were saying.

Slowly the gun fire was getting louder and guessed that whatever was attacking the station was getting closer to where he was. The shouts of the cops were getting louder too! He jumped as the lights suddenly went out and he sat on the floor in darkness.

He held his breath hoping that no one would find him but suddenly he jumped again as the door of the interrogation room was kicked open. He heard the footstep of boots nearing him and and the table was tossed away from him as he shuddered and cringed away from the hand reaching out for him.

“Hey! Hey kid. You want out then come with me!” The voice said. A strong hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him to hisd feet. Peter tried to struggle but the grip was too strong. He was pulled closer to the person.

“Stop!” Was the command and he obeyed instantly fearing what was going to be done to him.

“I got the kid,” The voice said into a radio he was wearing. Now that he was upright Peter could tell that the person was a little taller than he was. His voice sounded young but he could tell nothing else with the darkness surrounding him.

He pulled Peter out of the room and down the hallway. Emergency lights blinked on and off and this let Peter see that the guy dragging him by his arm had a pair of goggles on that probably let him see into the dark.

His hair was cut short and it was what they called an afro but his dark skin explained why he would have one. The occasional flashes of light hurt his eyes the more they did it. It was becoming difficult to get his night vision to work properly then the flashes would screw them up.

The guy was holding a gun that was difficult to identify in the lighting. The long pointed barrel of the gun made Peter think it was a rifle or an AK47. Not that he could really identify one; he only knew what he saw in movies.

“Get down!” The young man yelled as he tossed Peter to the floor. He readied his gun and fired at a couple of cops that were in riot gear. The thin shields they held deflected the shots but the impact forced them to stop backward to avoid being tossed to the floor.

“Drop your weapon and put your hands up!” One of the officers shouted while two other cops raised shotguns and readied themselves to counterattack.

Peter watched in horror as two small cans, that looked like shaving cream cans, rolled out from under the cops legs and began to spray a thick gray colored smoke everywhere. The cops began to cough and choke on it.

The young man whispered to Peter to hold his breath as he was again dragged to his feet and pulled through the smoke past the choking cops. A much smaller black child was behind the cops and he held the same kind of gun that the larger one did.

“Let’s go, let's go!” The little kid shouted as Peter ran as he was being dragged by the young man. Outside the police station there was a helicopter that sat waiting with the rotary blades above it spinning in preparation to make a quick flight.

They climbed in and pulled Peter along with them and as Peter tried to buckle his seatbelt the helicopter was already rising. The small boy used his gun to lay down some cover fire as the helicopter made its escape.

Pter turned and saw that a black lady was the one piloting the helicopter. She seemed old to him but not exactly old enough to be a full grandmother.

“Hold on boys,” she shouted though she was bearly heard over the engine. The helicopter began to transform as she noticed some panels began to cover the body of the helicopter as the rose from underneath. The rotary blades slowed and two two rockets on the sides jostles the whole craft as they took effect.

Peter watched as the blades folded themselves up and became part of the roof of the craft. Peter’s ears popped as the front of the new craft were pointed upward and he saw them gaining altitude. Fear filled his stomach as he saw that they rose to a height that a normal helicopter would be impossible to reach.

I love this part!” The boy said. Peter bearly heard him as he found himself falling asleep. He was not tired but he could not stay away. He vaguely remembered the older boy looking down at him and mumbling something.

Peter woke suddenly as he felt himself being shaken. He rubbed his eyes and saw that the little black boy was trying to wake him.

“Hey, you up yet?” The kid asked.

“Where am I?” Peter asked weakly and it took him a second to fully wake up.

“You’re at our base. Come on, the others are waiting to talk to you.” He replied and he grabbed Peter’s hand as he pulled him. He was in some kind of hanger and there was a second helicopter next to the one he just got pulled out of.

He remembered seeing the helicopter transform into something but now they both looked like helicopters again.

“Those are Phat right?! I can’t wait until I can fly one. Nu’al can’t stand ‘em for some reason.” the boy said.

“Didn’t it transform into something?” Peter asked.

“Kinda, it just got modified to fly us to our base.”

“Modified? What do you mean modified?” Peter asked. The young man that grabbed him before was leaning against a wall watching them. He finally spoke up, getting their attention.

“It had to change into a rocketship in order to get to our space station.” He reached into his pocket and took our the handcuffs that Peter was wearing before. He tossed them to Peter and Peter fumbled and dropped them as he then noticed the cuffs were missing from his wrists.

“Thanks,” Peter said in a confused manner. The boy went to a window and pressed a b button to open it. On the other side was a view of the earth through a thick glass that almost looked like it wasn't there.

“What is going on? Where am I and who are you people?” Peter asked incredulously.

“You people?!” The woman asked incredulously. “Uh huh.” Peter blushed slightly realizing he had offended her though he really did not understand why.

“I just want to know what the hell is going on?” Peter said and the young man made a whistling noise.

“Ooooh the language on this one. I don’t think my ears can take it.” The young man said. The boy giggled at the rem,ark as Peter stood there confused.

“Look boy,” She said as she addressed Peter. “You are with Space Flight Alpha. The first, and best, of the resistance. We are also the oldest before the others broke off.” She said in a matter of fact tone.

“What’s the Space Flight Alphas?” Peter asked and all three looked at him incredulously.

“Boy,” The young man said as he shook his head.

“You have heard of the resistance movement, right?” She asked then Peter shook his head.

“I've heard of groups like Alkida on the news but they are terrorists. They call themselves resistance fighters but they are nothing of the sort.” Peter explained. The young boy made a tsk sound and he looked around to see their disgruntled faces.

“Alkida, Antiffa, all those groups died at the Cleansing.” The young man said.

“Cleansing? What Cleansing?” Peter asked.

“What cleansing? Are you crazy?! Everyone knows about The Great Cleansing!” The woman remarked.

“Wait, could be the radiation. What is the last thing you remember?” The boy asked.

“My parents told me I had to go to bed and I argued with them because honestly I’m old enough to stay up later. I’m not a little kid anymore.” Peter explained.

“Something’s not right with you. So you went to bed last night then what happened?” The woman asked.

“I woke up and my house was destroyed, then the cops broke in and arrested me for no apparent reason.” Peter said.

“There are sensors in every remaining building so the police can find anyone lost out there. The radiation levels from the Cleansing are still lethal but not as bad as they were a few years ago.” The young man said.

“Did the cops test you?” The boy asked. Peter nodded his head. “What did they say?”

“Something about me having some radiation but overall my blood was pure. Or something. It was like I had never been exposed to radiation before, which I hadn’t and they seemed surprised.” Peter said.

“This is messed up,” The young man replied as he shook his head. It’s like you’re from another world or something.”

“It might just be the radiation affecting him. We’ll run our own scans and see what they reveal. Which reminds me. We never officially introduced ourselves, did we? I’m Abigail but most folks call me Mother Abby. These are my sons, introduce yourselves boys.” Mother Abby said. The boy was the first and he held out his fist to fist bump.

“I’m Torrel,” He said.

“I’m Peter.”

“Ah Peter, well at least we know what to call you now.” Mother Abby said.

“I’m Nathaniel but that’s my slave name,” The young man started but was quickly interrupted as Mother Abby made a comment.

“No, it is not.”

“But you can call me Nu’al.” Nu’al said and he shook Peter’s hand.

“This isn’t a dream?” Peter asked.

“No, baby, it is not.” Mother Abby said. Her tender voice sent chills down Peter’s spine as he wondered what was happening.

To Be Continued…