The rebellion was split into two teams, The Doctors and The Flames.
The Doctors were a group of rebellion set to preparing for separation or full out war. The Flames were an active group of rebellion set on killing off as many members of Sanctuary (their hosts) as possible for easier escape. Me and Fell joined Flame while Q.P.O.S joined The Doctors to help with his knowledge.
Today I woke up to find Fell and me trapped by Sanc. troops. They pointed their guns at us, and fired.
I prepared myself for pain, but none came. When I opened my eyes I saw that a big green light shield was protecting us, and it looked like Fell was summoning it. The troops stopped firing in their astonishment. The moment they did the shield fell and Fell thrusted a spear like item that was made out of the same material as the shield. It hit a troop directly knocking him out and badly wounding him. At this the other troops retreated not wanting to meet the same fate.
As we walked through to the Flame training grounds outside I asked Fell how he did it.
"I just did it. If I feel like you me our Q.P.O.S. is in danger, this force takes over and does this stuff." "I'm sure you can do it to."
As we left the building in surprising peace and walked out to the training grounds I wondered why the Sanc. troops weren't at their posts. Were they planning something...? 5 hours later we broke for lunch. Before we went to the cafeteria on base we went to the Doctors lab to see Q.P.O.S. He was standing at a table looking at a complicated circuit for a blaster. We said hi and left. After lunch, we trained in firearms and the various weapons of the resistance. That night we were staying at the field base. As we were looking over steep cliff face at the dark night sky I though I muffled cry. A couple seconds later I heard gunshots, then a cry of agony. I looked at Fell but he still had his back turned. It almost looked like he was smiling a deep and bloody smile. I turned around to see sanc troops open fire on us. It was an ambush! As I turned a bullet missed by a millimeter not hitting me. Fell was still looking over the edge when a bullet found its mark. He stumbled forwards turning his head at the same time. I rushed over to him grasping his hand. I started to feel weird in my hand that was holding Fell. Then Fell flashed the shining blood red smile with sharp eyes in the same color. Then for a second his face returned to normal and he said,
"fight it!" then his face turned back demonic and grasped my hand tighter. I ripped my hand from his grasp watching him fall of the edge. With every meter he fell the feeling drained from my hand. A gunshot burst my thoughts. A bullet glided over my head. Franticly I grabbed my pistol and shot wildly. I heard glass shatter. Presumably the glass in the troops helmets. I stopped firing and assessed the situation.