| Last Warning: I love the guys just as much as you do and I would not want anything to happen to them... I just have got a weak spot for this kind of stories.... so please don't send hatemail; I warned you enough... 1. 00:00am Brian looked around in the little room he shared with two other persons. The first one was a latin guy, whose name was Howie. The other was a blond kid, who was sitting crying on the only bed in the room cursing his brother. The Latin guy was only standing, leaning against the wall and hadn�t said a single word since he introduced himself to the other two. He only stared into nothing totally spaced out. Brian was sitting on the ground with his back against the wall. He was twisting his shirt in his hands. A little bit irritated by his lack of self-control he stopped doing that. Then he sighed. He wasn�t really in a company who could keep your minds away from what was going to happen. It was his own damn fault that he was here in the first place. Why didn�t he just left while the time was still there? Why did he stay? Why did he let the police get a change to arrest him? Another sigh. �Great!� he mutters under his breath. As if this is some kind of start signal the blond kid runs towards the door and starts to try to break trough it. The kid screamed his longs out demanding that they would open the door and set him free. �Kid, please� you can�t walk trough walls can you?� The blond kid turned towards Brian with angry eyes. �I don�t belong here!� he screamed. �It wasn�t me!� Brian laughed a bitter laugh. �I don�t belong here either, kid and the same thing for the Latin guy.� Brian nodded in the direction of Howie, who still stood like nothing had happened. �This is not my war, kid, and this is also not my idea, but PLEASE try to act a little more� proud.� The blond kid sat down besides Brian. �What�s your name anywayz kid?� �Nick,� he whispered. Then there was silence again in the room. Howie still hadn�t move and Nick seemed to be calmed down also, although the tears where still streaming over his face. With a soft sigh Brian put his arms around Nick to give a little bit support. Then his mind wandered away. It was war now. It had been war for more than 4 years at the moment. Brian had been one of the first resistance fighters. In the beginning just small things like hanging posters with slogans against the enemy on every wall that he could find and that kind of stuff. But as the years went by Brian got more and more involved. Probably mostly because of his best friend. His best friend was probably the most notorious resistance fighter around. His best friend was the brain behind the successful plan of destroying some important harbours and he designed the plan that killed an important spy. It was him that almost pulled Brian deeper into it. That made him the man he was now. Of course some of the plans went wrong. That was also the reason why his best friend was in hiding now. They had been betrayed and it was a miracle that his friend stayed out of the hands of the enemy in the first place. He was hiding� and Brian knew where. And he knew another thing also; he was not going to tell. He didn�t even knew if one of the soldiers or there higher superiors would come on the brilliant idea to torture him to find out, to ask him the question in the first place, but he was sure he wasn�t going to tell. You didn�t betray your best friend. And especially not when your best friend was an important pawn in the chess game to freedom. Freedom, without the enemy, being able to life again without fear; it was almost as if it was a dream. But now Brian was here; in this small prison in the cellar of the police office of his city. He knew what would happen to him. It was now night, probably something around midnight, but at dawn he, Howie and the blond kid would be taken to a special square and be liquidated, or just simple: shot. He knew that would happen, that happened to everyone who was being caught especially when you were a member of the resistance, and he wasn�t afraid. He was proud that he at least had tried to make the world a little bit of a better place. He knew that there had been already hundreds of other young men and woman in this little cell, waiting for their dead. Probably almost hysteric especially when their last hour came near, but Brian was determined not to show. He didn�t want to show any kind of fear. He thought back on one of his school buddies. They had been friends since the first day they met each other at school, always taking care for each other. But one time Brian couldn�t help. Just like Brian his friend was also involved in the resistance. But one day, just by a stupid technical disaster his friend was caught. The idea was that his friend would shoot the local police officer and get his hands on the supplement of weapons. But his gun didn�t worked like it should be and he was taken prison. And immediately the next day, without any kind of process, Peter was dead. Peter he had knew for almost all his live. He had laughed with him and played basketball with him. They both had gone out together and just by one stupid technical thing their friendship was gone. And that was the same thing that was going to happen to him. No bye, bye to family or friends, just BAHM! and dead. Easy as life. Next Back to the Index |