Defiance | Book 1 [EXTENDED]

CHAPTER 20

I walked him up the stairs, his hands behind his head. Was this a trap? Why was he doing what I told him to do? He was a mutant and he was twice my size, but yet, he let me overpower him? Something was going on here. We walked up the stairs into a small room that looked like his bedroom. A bed in the corner, a closet, a desk, a chair, nothing interesting

"Listen, please don't hurt me, i'm just a humble shopkeeper. What do you want anyway? Food? I have that! Money? Water? Som..." I stopped his squabbling,

"Shut up Mutant!"

He looked at me, puzzled, "Mutant?"

"You're one of Craig's aren't you?"

"No, you say it like he owns me. I'm just one of his citizens, he's our leader. We are forced to respect and follow him, otherwise..." He stopped,

"Otherwise?"

"Otherwise he'd exile us, make us vulnerable to the humans,"

I let out a laugh. This was too hard to believe. His kind, the murderers, blaming my kind, what they once were, for taking lives? He looked at me, confused, his expression, serious.

"Craig said that humans were vile, evil creatures that fed off us,"

"Us?"

"We, or the so called 'mutants', aren't savages like you. We are known as citizens of sector A23-ST5, and your kind are what Craig has successfully protected us from, he is a true leader," He spat, he was frustrated and angry,

"First of all, we are not the savages in this situation. And secondly, your 'leader' is a complete idiot,"

He glared at me but was afraid to fight back.

I walked over to the curtain and took off the curtain-tie, the curtain automatically reacting by covering up the window, making the room dark and eerie. I used the tie to bind the mutant's hands together as I sat him down in the dull chair.

"you can't just keep me hostage," he said before I pulled out my gun and cocked it, "Okay, Okay, don't have to get carried away," he was looking down, sweating,

"Where is he?"

"Who?"

"Your asshole of a leader,"

"In the Whitehouse, where else,"

"Washington?"

"No, Paris," he said sarcastically, I pointed the gun at him and he immediately shut his mouth,

"How do I break in?"

"You? Want to break into the Whitehouse? Ha, good luck with that," He snickered,

I pointed the nozzle of the gun at his leg, "You wouldn't dare."

"You dare me?" I said raising an eyebrow,

"You don't have the balls,"

I shot him in the leg, his scream was interrupted when I smashed the back of my gun onto his head. I did this in panic. If there were civilian mutants, that meant that they inhabited the surrounded houses, they weren't empty. I untied his limp hands, and dragged his knocked-out body into the bathroom with much effort. I reached for the light switch. This time, to my surprise, the lights turned on. I looked up at the light bulb that was rooted in the ceiling. I smiled, and then looked back at the body, and the smile disappeared. I propped him up against the wall, blood streaking on the floor. I covered his corpse, which seemed pretty dead, with the shower curtain. I turned to leave when I noticed the mirror, it was at an angle, I pulled it open and there, filled with vials and containers of medication, was a cabinet. I cracked it open all the way to view all the pills. I pulled one of them out, one I found particularly intriguing. It was a small, clear orange, cylinder containing tiny blue capsules. I read the label, 'Plasmic Euruolia', below it was the warning, 'Caution, only take if severely ill, or when nauseated. Symptoms may include, weakness, extreme dizziness and even death, if not consumed properly,'

I put it back in and took out another one, 'Steras Magnum', coin sized Alka seltzer like tablets. 'dissolve into water and consume only after monthly vaccination serum'. Vaccination? I put it back down and was about to leave the bathroom when I realized, this could help in the future. I pulled out all the bottles and filled it into my bag. I went back into the bathroom and closed the mirror cabinet. I looked up and saw myself. I looked like a mess. My hair was knotted and my face was smudged with dirt. I brushed through my hair with my fingers and tried to wipe of the grime with the back of my hand. There was still patches of dry mud. I looked down at the sink. It was worth a try. I turned the tap handle and water poured down into the drain. I couldn't believe it. There was actually running water? Where was I? This wasn't normal.