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A great war has been raged and the world has been destroyed and is now a broken shell of its former self. Very few people are left on the damaged earth. Only a handful of survivors of the great war remain and among them is fifteen-year old Gilia, who cannot remember anything of her past before she met her two companions, Grey and Finch. Together they struggle to survive on their broken planet and yearn to return the world to its former glory. But nothing left on their world is as it seems, least of all its occupants... View table of contents...


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Submitted:Dec 22, 2012    Reads: 80    Comments: 1    Likes: 3   


Chapter Fifteen- Surrender

"GREY!" I scream as I run over to him, falling beside where he lies in the sand. My eyes scan Greys body to see what's wrong with him, then I see that his wound at his stomach has re-opened and I think he's broke his leg. For a moment, I'm scared that Grey's dead. I try to push the thought from my head but it lingers in my mind adamantly. I check and discover that Grey isn't even unconcious, he just doesn't seem to have the strength to acknowledge me being here. No wonder. I'm on my knees in a pool of Greys blood, I don't even know how no animals came by him, with the exception of the vultures, one of which lands next to me and I swipe at it angrily.

"He's not dead!" I yell, feeling insane when I realise I'm yelling at birds now. I try to zone out but everytime I try, I am sickened by the hot and wet blood surrounding me. But if I want to be anywhere near enough to Grey to heal him, the blood will be an inevitable annoyance for me to face. I try again but can't seem to as I can almost smell the blood. I know I'm going to be sick.

"Come on," I say to myself. I once again attempt to get into my head, thinking that I must if I want to save Grey. I feel success as I get the impression that I'm floating through my head. I feel myself touch off the epicentre of my power and a tingling sensation spreads across my body. I quickly put my hand at Greys stomach, feeling concerned when he doesn't even react to me touching his injury, and send my power down my arm and into Grey. For a few seconds, there is no effort to this, but then after a minute I feel as if I have been running for miles non-stop. I push at my powers from inside my mind, but it feels as if I am trying to push a wall. I feel my hold on my power slip and I'm gasping madly as I re-enter the real world. I groan in frustration when I realise I have lost control of my power.

"Gilia," Grey murmurs quietly. Hearing him acknowledge my prescence makes me feel huge relief. I might be able to save him yet. I regain the control of my power and once again throw it all towards Grey. I feel light-headed and I feel my body shaking from the effort of keeping my power going but none the less I continue the flow of it down my arm. I don't know how I know, but I can tell it is working. Greys moans of relief back up this as I continue to mentally push out my powers. I feel it slipping again, but I adamantly hang onto it and continue to make it flow to Grey. This is really exhausting me. My head is spinning wildly, I am shaking more furiously and I feel sick. I feel my focus waver as I begin to see stars, then everything is gone.

I'm still shaking as I try and figure out what happened. I feel my body being held up in someones arms.

"Gilia, are you ok?" I hear Greys voice waft to me, sounding echoed and magnified. I open my eyes and try to get my blurry eyes to focus. I find myself looking up at about three Greys. Nice. My vision restores itself and Grey is back to one and he is looking down at me with worry in his eyes but the rest of his face emotionless.

"Gilia talk to me," Grey says looking on the verge of tears.

"There were three of you. That was nice. Not that I'm complaining about the one of you. Three of you just means two more guys for me to keep saving. But still, it was nice," I say in a whisper. Is that actually all I am able to say?

Grey looks horrified for a moment then he bursts out laughing, "You are so amazing, you know that right?"

"Yeah...I mean no I'm not! YOU'RE amazing! Probably setting a record for the most near death experiences in twenty-four hours."

"I don't think that they count as near death experiences if you're there to save me. How did you do that anyway?"

"I don't know. Where's Finch? If he's in half the state that you were in it's safe to say there will be more fainting to come."

Grey looks somber, "Gilia, Salvation got him."

"What? No," I say not believing it for a second.

"I'm sorry Gilia, I couldn't do anything..."

"Grey, this is a horrid joke. Where's Finch?"

"I'm not joking Gilia," Grey says.

"Ok. Where are they?"I say attempting to get up from Grey.

Grey just wraps and arm around me to hold me down, "No Gilia, we can't save him."

"Why not?"

"It's to dangerous,"

"You were all for attacking Salvation before. Or do you think we don't stand a chance without Finch?"

"It's not that it's just...You have so many people after you I can't possibly risk you."

"Grey they are probably torturing Finch as we speak!"

"I know," Grey says and I realise he is crying. I feel my heart sink as I realise we have truly lost Finch. I think Greys crying made me discover this. Finch is more or less dead and it's all my fault. I feel myself crying as well and feel Grey pull me in closer to him.

"I wish you two had never found me then this would have never happened!" I sob.

"Don't even say that! That would mean neither of us would have met you. Finch is smart he'll find a way to...win." I don't like Greys reply. Win? What does that mean? It doesn't sound great and for some reason I think Grey's suggesting that Finch will find a way to kill himself or something. I begin to sob harder. Grey swears as he realises what he said has made me feel worse. Grey just starts rubbing my arm and making soothing noises but it really doesn't help.

"Does Salvation know I'm alive?" I ask.

After some hesitation Grey replies, "Yes."

"And they think you're dead."

"Definatly."

"Good. I can work with that."

"What do you mean?" Grey asks.

"Oh nothing. What should we do?" I ask.

"Lie low."

I nod then rest my head against Greys arm. I wonder if the trouble follows me or the trouble follows Grey. I'm still snivelling when Grey asks me something.

"Gilia?" he begins.

"Yeah?"

"What are you planning on doing?" Grey asks. Damn he's in a smart mood today.

"I can't tell you."

"Of course not," Grey sighs.

"So, do we stay here?" I ask.

Grey thinks about this for a moment, "No. There's a Tribe not far from here, Salvation wouldn't expect you to be anywhere near them."

"What Tribe is it?"

"Faith."

"Is it safe for you to be there?"

"Nope. It's safe for you though."

"Forget it. I'm not going there if they're looking for you."

"They're not looking for me as such. Just keeping an eye out and maybe they have placed a price on my head," Grey says a bit stupidly. I sigh. "Ok so, we'll leave tommorow. That ok?" Grey asks me.

"No," I reply.

"Too bad." Grey says almost childishly. I sigh and close my eyes. I need to catch up on some serious sleep. Grey changes his position a bit so it is more like he is holding me rather to him rather then holding me down. I begin to drift off and still I hear Grey sobbing softly thinking that I can't hear him.

I wake up and my eyes sting from crying. The sun is setting and the sky is orange. It's quite beautiful. I'm lying in the sand with a blanket over me and am happy when I realise I have been moved a distance from the sickening pool of blood. Grey's gone though, so I jump up concerned. I walk up a small hill that's in front of me, quiet in case danger lies ahead. I reach the top of the hill and see Grey sitting there, his back to me, watching the sunn sink in the sky. I can tell he needs to be alone to mourn Finch in his own way so I quickly and quietly go back down the hill. I can't imagine what it's like for him. I'm heartbroken over Finch and I wasn't particularly close to him, but Finch and Grey were such good friends. Always talking to each other and hanging out with each other. I never really hung out with the two of them at the same time as I had no interest in their conversations. Grey had forever been asking Finch about fighting techniques while Finch asked Grey about life in a Tribe. I had made an effort at first but then I slowly began to waft away from the conversations. I realise that now is my best chance to do anything so I continue to head away from the hill, walking into the distance. I begin to cry as I realise I am leaving Grey without a goodbye. I can't let him know I'm going though so I have to just be strong and go. I will walk right into Salvation's Tribe, try and free Finch, kill as many members as I can as well. I know this is a mission I won't return from. It doesn't matter to me though if I can save Finch and keep Grey safe. I feel a bit sad as I suddenly think that I am going to be throwing away all the effort Rhythian must have made in convincing Salvation I am dead, but it's a small price to pay for my friends safety. For Greys safety. I left my backpack behind me for Grey, so he doesn't immediatly know I'm gone and so he can have it when he realises what happened. I've been walking for five minutes before someone charges at me unseen from the side and knocks me to the ground, me and the stranger rolling over each other in a tangled heap. A knife is pressed to my throat hard. Why do I even bother to look for trouble when I could let it find me?





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