The Last Wars - Bianca Gray (little red riding hood ebook free .TXT) 📗

PROLOGUE

In a world, where everyone fights to the death, it’s rare to have a weakling. But every once in a while, it happens. And they usually die before they turn 10. There aren’t any parents around to save you. It’s every person for themselves. The parents’ abandon you after you’re born. If you’re lucky enough, a child may take you into your care. Sometimes the animals take pity on you. But sooner or later, whether an animal or human takes you in, the Fighters come. And they tell you who you really are. And then whisk you away but not before trying to kill the adopted family you have. They die unless they try to fight back. This is a world where society has broken down so much; it’s almost barbaric. The Fighters are the last of the army. The Center is the last of the Government. But, is the world really broken down that much? Or, are they just saying that, for their own entertainment…?


CHAPTER 1

A lady from the Center put a bright blue-eyed baby girl into a bed of moss. She kissed two of her fingers and touched the baby’s forehead. The baby girl looked up at her curiously, but didn’t cry.
“Good luck, child. You’re going to need it. Be strong…or die,” the lady said. Then she took a necklace off of her neck and put it around the baby. She fingered the pendulant that was in the shape of the new society. It was real gold and had an intricate design of the symbol for infinity that was intertwined with all the animals of the world and vines. Then the lady put up the hood of her dark navy cloak and disappeared. The baby girl looked around curiously. Then a fox came up to the baby, slowly and carefully. The she-fox sniffed the baby and suddenly the baby started to laugh, piercing the silence. The fox looked at the baby who made the curious noise. Then the other foxes came out. They were all huge. The baby showed no fear. The leader of these foxes nodded to the little she-fox, indicating that they will indeed take in the child. The biggest fox that was obviously the leader picked up the baby gingerly with his teeth. The pendulant fell and the small she-fox picked it up quickly with her teeth.
I was that baby.
I knew I was different from my adopted family of foxes. I moved differently. Heck, I even looked different. But the foxes were different too. It was like they knew what was going to happen to me. They taught me many things. If I was lost in the woods, I know what to eat. Or when it came down to it, I knew how to steal from other animals. I was stealthy. I didn’t make one sound in the woods. The she-fox who had found me in the woods when I was a baby handed me this pendulant. I looked at her confused when there were yelps coming from our home. We came in time to see the men in big black suits. I clasped the necklace around me. They turned to look at me.
“Hey Fox Girl,” one of the guys said. I cocked my head curiously.
“Raised by animals. Should be a fighter,” said another. One of them held a silver glinting sharp object. My instincts told me to run and never come back. But then they held the she-fox, practically my mother, and slit her neck. I knew she was dead. I looked at them angry. And for the first time, gave a scream. I ran towards the men and immediately wrestled that sharp object out of one of the men. I located where the hearts were in these animals in 2 milliseconds. Then I jabbed the sharp object into one of the men’s chest, piercing his heart. He made a grunting noise and crimson blood started pouring out. Then I twisted his head, breaking his neck, making a swift death for him. A guy was getting some black heavy thing into his hands. I knew it was danger for me if he pressed the trigger. I threw the sharp object and pinned his sleeve to a tree. I bared my teeth at him as he looked at me with a mixture of fear and amusement. Then I felt a sharp prick in my leg. I look down and there was this sharp thing in it. My sight started to blur. I was getting dizzy. Suddenly the ground was in my face. And I blacked out.


CHAPTER 2

I woke up confined in a white room with a small bed. There was also some glass thing that when I looked into it I saw some person that moved with me. My reflection, I immediately thought. Under the mirror was a table with a prickly thing and a wooden handle. A brush, I thought. How I knew what these things were, I didn’t know. I ran the brush through my auburn hair. It made my hair abnormally softer. It also glistened in this artificial light. My hair was the color of my mother fox’s fur. Something wet started going down my cheek. I wiped it and looked at it in awe. A lady came in wearing white. I got down in pouncing position. She ignored it and proceeded to sit down in a spare chair.
“It’s called crying. You’re crying for your mother. Who is actually not your mother,” she said.
“I know that,” I said in a crystal clear voice. She was surprised that I could speak her language. Humans, I thought rolling my eyes.
“You can speak,” she said. Then she wrote something down.
“The leader of our little group taught me,” I said. I sat down the way she was sitting on the bed. One of my legs was crossed over the other. It felt abnormal and unnatural. Then something occurred to me.
“Is he still alive? Are they all still alive?” I asked warily knowing how well that man killed my mother without hesitating. Well, thank God he’s dead. The lady smirked.
“Weird that you care about them so much,” she said. I just looked at her.
“It’s weird to care about your family in this place?” I asked.
“Every man for himself,” she replied. I looked at her curiously.
“So you guys don’t care for each other?” I asked.
“It doesn’t exist here. Caring for each other. You’ll get used to it,” she said.
“Don’t you get lonely?” I ask. I could tell by her eyes that she did.
“Anyway, you’re in a place where us Fighters live,” she said ignoring my question. I took note of this.
“What are the Fighters?” I ask.
“What’s left of the US Army,” she said.
“US?” I ask.
“What we used to be called. But society fell. And now, we find kids like you,” she said.
”I don’t understand,” I said.
“’Course you don’t. Listen kid. This world is part of a bitter long war. If you want to live, you must fight and kill. That’s why there’s no room for caring for others. These are the Last Wars,” she said softly, like she didn’t want anyone to hear her.
I shook my head. She grabbed my shoulder and I yanked it off.
“Good. You’re good. You’ll survive,” she said.
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“And you never will,” she said.
“Training in an hour,” she called out before she locked me into my confinement area again.
“Training?” I whispered. I looked at myself in the mirror again. My auburn hair was wavy and went down to my waist. It used to be longer but it got tangled into a bush and Mother Fox had to bite off my hair like 50 billion times ‘til I was free. But I felt my hair was cut into layers by these people… Fighters, the lady called them. Well, obviously not good ones if I could easily kill that one guy. My face was crystal white. My eyes were so blue they looked purple. Plus, they were really big. I had high cheekbones and my cheeks had a slight pinkish flush to it. My lips were full and pink. I lifted my lips to bare my teeth. They were ivory and strong by the looks of it. They were also were really straight. My canines were really sharp though. Then the lady came back. It had been an hour. She handed me this stretchy black material of a jumpsuit. I just looked at it.
“Put it on,” she ordered. Then she left. I slipped the outfit on. She also left me this stretchy band thing. I tied my long auburn hair up, knowing it was going to get in the way. I sat down on my bed as the lady walked in.
“What is your name by the way?” she asked.
“I’m not sure…” I said.
“What did your family call you?” she asked.
“That child,” I answered.
“Okay, then, we’ll see what your name will be after you do your training. Now this is one on one combat. He’s been here longer and has had more training, but we want you to fight him first. Just to see where your level stands,” she said handing me a helmet thing that goes over my face. She led me to a bigger room that looked like some obstacle course. Then she pressed a button and all the stuff disappeared. I put my helmet on and she handed me a knife.
“This will be your only weapon. But don’t kill him, okay?” she said. I nodded my head. What was this? I thought, I have to fight the dude but not kill him?
A pretty built up guy came in wearing the same outfit as me, and holding a knife.
He was also pretty thin so that means he was pretty swift and quick like me. I knew he was sizing me up as well.
“I’m fighting a girl?” he called out.
“What? Can’t take being beat by one?” I called out.
“Thought you were raised by foxes,” he said.
“I was,” I said.
“How can she talk?” he called out angry and confused.
“Brute,” I said.
“What did you call me?” He asked.
“Nothing. Let’s just get this show on the road, shall we?” I asked.
“This will be a piece of cake, darling,” he said. By his tone of voice I knew he was mocking me.
“We’ll see,” I said shrugging, getting down to a pouncing stance, holding out my knife. He didn’t really imitate me but he had a fighter stance. Then a voice yelled out “Go!” from above. He ran towards me. I was right he was quick. I sidestepped him and he couldn’t stop in time but he swung his knife and cut my arm. I looked at it. He cut me, I thought in shock. Then I dodged his other jab at me. I ran as fast as I could. I can’t kill him so what the heck am I supposed to do?? I thought angrily. He threw his knife at me. I moved just a centimeter away, and it hardly missed my neck. Jesus! I thought. I yanked it out of the wall before he could grab it. Now I had two knives. He tried not to show any fear but his eyes were trying to figure out what he could do now before getting chopped up like liver. He