Revolution

I woke up, and grabbed my axe.

Today was the day I get out of this hell hole.

Me: "Hey guards. my wounds are infected I think.. Can you.. can you get a doctor?"

The 2 guards left to get a doctor and I smirked.

I waited till the guards came back with the doctor.

The guards informed him of what "was wrong" with me and he took a look at my arms.

Big mistake bro.

I slammed my right fist into his temple, knocking him out.

Quickly I grabbed my axe and slammed it into one of the guards shoulders, and he fell over.

The other guard now alarmed, drew his sword.

He rushed me, and I ducked, pulling his legs from under him, and he fell on the unconscious doctor.

I fumbled through the Doc's medical supplies.

A scalpel.. sweet.

The guard soon re covered and growled. I stabbed him in his neck with the scalpel and he dropped his sword.

He clawed at his throat, his neck now a fountain of blood.

He fell over with a loud thud.

I grabbed the keys off of one guard, his gladius, and my axe.

 I put the gladius on my belt, the blade facing down and I walked to the nearby cell.

The inmate quaked.

???: "Are.. are you going to kill me?"

I fumbled with the keys, soon unlocking the cell door.

Me: "No. I'm starting a revolt." I handed him the keys.


???: "Jack.."

Me: "Jack?"

???: "Yea... that's me.."

I smile. "Jack.. This is very important.. I'm freeing you all. We're getting out of here."

"Now.. gather everyone and go to the other end of this place.. There should be an armory somewhere.."

Jack nodded and started to unlock the cells.

I smiled, " I got the distraction."

I ran down the hall, my axe in hand.

3 guards approached me.

One attacked me first, trying to stab my midsection.

I  slashed at his hand with my axe, cleaving his hand off.

Quickly,  I slashed him on the right side of his neck, the axe blades grazing his neck.

His neck still bled profusely, and he ran off dropping his sword and covering his neck.

I laughed, but not for long.

Both guards lunged at me and I held the axe horizontal and shoved them with the hilt.

They staggered back and I dropped it, reaching for the guard's gladius, and I drew the one on my belt.

My turn to be offensive..

I lunged, slashing across the guards chest with both blades.

In my fury I neglected to see the other guard, and he sliced my arm. I growled and slammed the hilt of one of the swords in his face, stunning him.

I slammed the blade point of the other sword into his eye, and pulled it out.

He screamed in agony, and slashed randomly, partially blind.

I put the gladius's away and picked up the axe. I walked a bit further till I saw the prisoners, carrying swords, hatchets, tridents..

I smiled, seeing Jack leading them.

I met up with the group. They started cheering for me.

Me: "Nice job. Lets go"

We run maybe 10ft and turn a corner.

A gun shot is heard, and someone to my right falls over, dead

We look forward, seeing a person wielding a rifle, wearing a shirt that says "NFI"

???: "We found the Rioters! I need backup!" He ran back.

Fuck... Well.. That's what I get for planning a riot on a blog..  Stupid me..

Great.. I got a S.W.A.T team on my ass..

Me:"Keep going!" We must have had 100 prisoners total with us.

We kept walking and turned a corner. There was a room with guards in front of it, a whole militia of guards.

 They readied their guns.

Ah fuck... this is the part where we all die.. isn't it?

The wall behind them  bursts with an explosion, and a group of people open fire on these NFI soldiers..

Guess I keep to keep my life now.

The Rioters engaged these NFI bastards almost immediately after the random group of gunman

Who knew gunmen were afraid of people with swords?

As I sliced through the NFI's, I didn't stop.. It's like..It's like I was filled with blood-lust, not like In the arena.

Like.. I wanted to kill everyone...

It..it was scary..

In spite of my fury, I got shot in the chest twice and I retreated behind a corner, gasping for air.

I looked down, my blue dirty shirt now soaked with blood.

I peeked around the corner,seeing the room.

If only I could get there.. I'd be safe..

I slowly closed my eyes.

Suddenly.. I felt weightless for a second.

In an instant I was in that room.

Da hell?

My mind wandered from the "how did I get there?" question and I began looking through drawers.

After a minute I found a disc, It's label read:

"Experiment 002 Tommy"

I stuffed it in my pocket and turned around. The room started spinning and I collapsed.

The door was kicked open, and I caught a glimpse of the person in front of me.

He was tall, maybe 6'2, very built with a red button up shirt covered by a black jacket.

In his hand was a Tommy gun, though it looked too big to be it.

He had a black beret on, and my vision darkened, and I remained there, unconscious.

I felt myself being picked up, and he spoke in a deep voice with a slight Southern accent.

???:  " Don't worry Tommy.. I got cha'"

He spoke again to someone

???: "Take these captives to their home, care for the wounded,leave the dead behind."

I felt myself being carried off, slowly the sounds of Gunfire and screams of agony would cease.

???: "I need a Medic stat!" Was the last thing I heard come from his mouth.