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Chapter 2: Alyce

There slowly walking through the hall, unaware that anyone was here, was Brian DeGribler, Cavensburg’s best army official. There was nothing he could do to stop The Robin from doing it’s job, but he most definitely could do something to stop me.

I knew my time was running out. It would take me three minutes to get out of the city. My countdown let me know that I had six minutes and twenty-one seconds left. I could make it. I had three minutes to get out of the building. I could do it. Thankfully DeGribler hadn’t seen me. I used that to my advantage. Quietly, I hugged the shadows. He was staring at a map. It showed some of the cities we had rescued from Cavensburg’s grasp. Sneaking up behind him I reached out my hand and grabbed his gun.

It was probably a stupid move, because he turned once he felt the movement. He looked startled. Obviously he hadn’t expected anyone to be in here. But in that moment I defiantly stared into his eyes. 6.03, 6.02, 6.01. This was where I had made a big mistake. He saw my face. He knew I had a secret. Realizing my error and knowing I had no time to waste I quickly spun around and ran. DeGribler chased after me. That’s when I realized I had made an even bigger mistake. He would follow me. He wouldn’t die if he was behind me. I had no choice. I turned down an alley and waited until he was close enough. Then I shot him. I felt like the whole world had heard that shot. But of course that wasn’t so. There were many people shooting. No one would have suspected that one of the shots had killed the soldiers beloved Commander.

I waited a moment. Maybe a moment to long. My time was precious. I knew I need to move, but I couldn’t. I, Alyce Hinger, was a murderer.

Move! I told myself. 5.45, 5.44, 5,43. The timer in my head steadily said. I knew I had to go. I had now become part of this rebellion. I had killed a man with my own hand. What I had done with The Robin was different. It wasn’t me just doing it as part of the rebellion. I had to do it because it was my duty. I stumbled to my feet and as I did, I noticed DeGribler had a bag. It had fallen of him when I shot him. I stuffed that in my bag and took of running. 5.23, 5.22. I wished the timer would shut off, but I knew it would be the only thing that would help me survive. I took off running. Silently listening to the timer. Carefully staying hidden in the shadows. If a soldier caught me, I was done for. The papers contained information only to be given to the leaders of the rebellion. If I was caught with it, our plans would fail. We would not win. Determined to help this justice be brought, I ran faster.

It wasn’t until I was nearly a minute away from leaving the city, that I heard Ranwick. He was being beaten. I could hear it clearly. I turned towards the noise and crept silently towards him. I was behind the soldiers and of course they weren’t paying attention to their backs. I could have easily have taken a shot, but Ranwick saw me. “Ite! Ite Alyce. Nisi forte tu es nobis. Quaeso, ire!” he cried out. It was Latin. He had taught it to me, Luke and Mark so we could talk in secret. “Go,” he had said. “Go Alyce. You are our only chance. Please, go!” Each word was a struggle for him. The soldiers were enjoying their chance to beat our leader. Ranwick gave me a pleading look. Then the soldiers whipped him again. He cried out. Then he shouted one last time in Latin, Ite! Go!

I took off running. Everything inside told me to go back to Ranwick. To go back and take the lives of those who were about to take his. 2.15, 2.14, 2.13. My timer was almost out. I still had one more minute before I reached the edge of the city. I could not get caught. I felt as if I was flying. My feet barely touched the ground. I was almost out of the city when I cried out in dismay and stopped abruptly in the shadows.

Ranwick had been right about there being a large group of soldiers coming. Way more than I had every pictured. They were surrounding the city. I had to be very careful in my moves. One wrong step and Cavensburg would win. But if I could get out, we would win. I was sure of it. I only had one minute and nine seconds left. I had to be quick. Then I saw my opportunity. Some of the army vehicles were closer to a cluster of buildings. I could use their shadow to help hide me. Silently I crept towards them. I was almost in there. I made it. The buildings hid me very well. I couldn’t stay though. I would have to leave the dark safety and take my chances. I saw my moment and seized it.

The night was full of darkness. Besides the fires burning our city and the lights from Cavensburg army it was practically pitch black. Even the moon seemed to be hiding itself. If I shot one bullet no one would be able to tell where it had come from. I had to chose my subject carefully. Then I realized all I needed was a distraction. Just enough so that I could sneak past the soldiers and into the forest. I took my shot and fired. The tire popped loudly and the soldiers were distracted for a moment. It was all I needed. I tore of into the forest. 0.23, 0.23. I had seconds to be passed the old birch tree. I could make it.

I ran as fast as I could. Nothing was going to stop me. I had made it this far and I was going to make it to the end. I was almost to the birch tree when the explosion nearly pushed me to my knees. I stumbled but kept running. It would be worst in a second if I wasn’t past the tree. With a sickening thought I realized it was seconds. My breath quickened. 0.03, 0.02, 0.01, 0.00. Then a thundering explosion sounded and threw me to the ground. I wondered if I had made it past the tree. But I could barely think on that, for I was falling unconscious. That would be thought upon later. Soon I would know whether I had gone to the grave or still held on to that precious, valuable, priceless gift of life. Life that my people had given for a cause I wasn’t sure was worth it. Only, I would only have to wait for those questions to be answered. Because I, Alyce Hinger, a murderer, and a rebel, was now unconscious.