Longshot stood at the end of the train, glaring down at the strange world of twisted metal decked in shadow that raced by below him. The wind battered against his chest, but he stood rigid, sullen and wanting to be alone with his thoughts. Warrior and Sharpshooter sat farther back on the train together, not saying a word. A tear welled up behind Haley's mask and she peeled it back, letting the tear run down her face. There was a callous look to Lewis as he kept his hood drawn over his head and looked to the dark horizon with his lips clamped shut and his eyes narrowed. Even with his feelings held back, his lower lip quivered a bit and he felt a sinking feeling down somewhere inside him.
Suddenly, from every direction, there was the banshee scream of alarms and the thunderclap of boots trampling the ground. The alarms had been raised far back in the heart of the prison and took some time to spread outward, just now catching up with them. Soon, every guard in the prison and every officer in the northern part of Kansas would be on the sight. Without warning, Longshot dove from the monorail and his children followed, racing towards the fence. One by one, they pounced from the rooftop and dove clear over the barbed wire fence, an impressive feat. Longshot took two arrows from his quiver and held them between links of the fence, pressing his feet against the fence and propelling himself off in a back flip before the electricity in the fence could faze him through his insulated clothes. He landed safely on the ground and the two followed suit, doing the same maneuver with the same grace and agility. They all froze in place when a search light landed on them and a guard yelled, "FREEZE!" Longshot fired an arrow into the man's stomach and he fell to the wayside. There were sirens in the distance, coming down the road. The police were on the way and a small army of prison guards were marching through the nearest opening of the gate, now aware of their position. The three ran as fast as they could across the charred earth, towards the hills off in the distance.
Meanwhile, the warden marched in his grey overcoat and gloves alongside his personal detail of guards. "We've got a trail, sir. They put another man in the infirmary, but we're right on their heels." said one of the guards. "Good." replied the warden, pushing his glasses further up his nose, "I want you to find them before the police. Kill the kids, I want the father alive." "Yes sir." the guard said, marching on with his rifle lowered.
The break of dawn was near, but the sky was still a heavy black aside from the shaded blue on the horizon. It was a cold night, it was a starless night. Longshot bounded up the hill, crisp pine needles crunching beneath his feet. Sharpshooter was close behind and Warrior wasn't far off either. "They're moving fast. We can't stay ahead of 'em forever, Dad." Sharpshooter said between heavy breaths. Longshot had nothing to say, he only kept marching through the dense forest. "What should we do? Dad?" Sharpshooter asked, getting no response. Suddenly, without any sign, Longshot simply stopped walking and fell to his knees. Sharpshooter was a bit afraid to step forward and ask what was wrong. The archer's breathing grew heavy and he wrapped his arms around his head, trying to force the thoughts from his mind.
Longshot paused for a moment. His ear caught a sharp whistling in the silence, faint but sharp. He spun around and cried out, "HALEY!" Before she could realize what he was warning her about, a spurt of blood shot from her arm and a patch of dirt further up the hill burst. The bullet had only grazed her, but the wound already burned and it tore out a piece of her arm. She stifled a bit, clutching the wound and running forward with her head kept low. "Get out of here! Now!" Longshot ordered. As Sharpshooter ran, he was grabbed by his arm and pulled towards his father. He looked down the hill between the trees. They guards were drawing nearer. "Listen to me." said Longshot, staring into the eyes of his son, "You have a shot. And it doesn't matter if you hit or miss, but no matter what, you have to take it." Lewis looked up at his dad, perplexed. "I don't understand." he said. Paxton pulled the mask from his face and handed it to his son. "You are Longshot now." he declared. "Dad, no! I can't-" Paxton grabbed him and brought his face right up in front of his son's. "There's no time to argue!" he growled, "This isn't a world for an angry old man with ideas for an old world. Go out and be the hero the new world needs. Take care of your sister." He embraced his son and whispered something in his ear before bolting down the hill. Lewis looked down at the mask and raced up the hill to join his sister.
The guards pointed up the hill and handed the warden a pair of binoculars. He looked up and smirked. "I thought he'd make us work for it at least." he chuckled. Paxton dashed down the hill, taking up his bow and shouted, "Come on!" He put three arrows to the string with explosive attachments and fired, shouting, "You've already taken everything, come on! Take a little more!" Explosions went off all around them. Guards were sent flying to the ground and a tree cracked and moaned and plummeted to the earth. "Come on!" he cried. The guards marched up to meet him, the warden slowly making his way up the hill behind them. As the guards came up around him, Longshot swung his bow, striking one in the jaw and sending him falling to the ground. Another grabbed him from behind and he jabbed him in the stomach, breaking free and kicking him into another guard. He swung away, fighting the guards as they came, but finally, they overpowered him and piled over him, tying his hands with a pair of riot coughs and beating him down as they did. The warden stood there, hands in his pockets and looked down at the defeated Longshot, forced to his knees by the guards.
The warden held out his hand and a guard stood at attention, handing him his pistol. He stepped forward, putting a bullet in the chamber and put the gun to Paxton's forehead. The light of the sun was just beginning to reach the horizon and his finger tightened around the trigger. Paxton muttered something under his breath. "What was that?" asked the warden. With hate filled eyes, Paxton looked up at him and whispered, "I forgive you."
BLAM!
A thin trail of smoke tumbled from the shell as it fell to the ground. At the same time, Paxton's body fell to the ground. Far off in the hills, Lewis and Haley watched and she cried on his shoulder and he comforted her. They turned from the horrendous scene far below and carried on. The warden lowered his gun and looked to the men. "Well, come on!" he ordered, "We still have the kids to find!" He hiked up the hill, the group of guards following behind.
The small cave was a good enough hide out for the time being. It wasn't all too easy to find and the guards might pass by without noticing. Haley's eyes were red and her cheeks were still wet with tears, but she was finished crying. She was ready to act. She reached into her bag and pulled out her laptop. She powered it up and started typing away. "Lewis, come over here." she said. Lewis was sitting at the mouth of the cave with his hood and mask drawn back, looking down at the mask of his father in his hands, the red eyepiece stitched into the grey fabric. "Lewis?" Haley repeated. He turned to her and walked down the cave. "What is it?" he asked. Haley gestured to the screen and explained, "I've linked this computer up to CNN, NBC, CBS and a helluva lot of personal computers. You're live in twenty-five seconds." "What?!" Lewis asked, confused by what she'd told him. "Didn't you ever read the old newspaper clippings on Dad?" she asked, "He was always acting out and fighting against the corruption in the world. He used to make arrests and go up against politicians. We're in a world with corruption tenfold. The world needs a Longshot who can respond tenfold. Dad wanted to bring the heroes out of hiding, to keep people from hiding in fear and speak out. He left it to you. Five seconds."
Without hesitation, Lewis put the mask on, realizing that it didn't fit him quite right and he had to adjust it so that the lens would line up with his eye. He took a knee and cleared his throat, speaking into the camera which was going live to millions of screens all over the world. "Hello. Some of you may not recognize me. Allow me to introduce myself. My name's Longshot, and for longer then I can remember, I've fought against a system of greed and fear. I've been gone for a long time, but that idea of making the world and all the people in it your property persists to this day, and it's only growing stronger. I want all of you who are scared, all of you who want to fight back but don't how, I want you all to know that you are not alone. In truth, I've only been Longshot for a few minutes. My father passed it on to me before he was executed by the man put in charge of a prison that lobotomizes anyone who doesn't agree with the men in control. As long as we hide, we give them all the power we need. We give them the power to take what they want, be it our food, our money, our homes, our children... or our parents. We give them that power every second that we hide. I am asking you, go into the streets, march on your masters, look them in the eye and say 'NO'. And if you're afraid that you'll be alone, don't be, I'll be there. My sister will be there. Heroes across the globe will be there. We cannot win unless we take the chance to-" he was cut short when the crack of gunfire echoed behind him. He turned around to see the armed men lined up around the cave and the warden standing there, smoking gun aimed at the sky. He turned the gun towards the both of them and stepped into the cave, the guards following behind him with their rifles fixed on the two archers. "You think you're clever? You think you can make the problems of the world go away with a few pretty words? It doesn't work like that, kid." said the warden, putting the gun to Longshot's forehead. "And I think someone needs to teach you a lesson. Like father, like son." "This is a live feed!" Longshot said, "This is going out as we speak. If all your guards don't put their guns down and surrender to me right now, then the entire world is going to watch a government official execute two kids with a camera." Reluctantly, the warden signaled to his men. "Put 'em down. Get on your knees." he ordered. They all dropped their guns and put their hands behind their heads, dropping to their knees as Haley went around to collect and dispose of the guns. "Good." said Longshot. "Now get down!" he shouted, kicking the warden in the knee.
The warden cried out in pain and dropped to his knees, letting the gun fall from his grasp. Longshot picked up the pistol and pressed it against the warden's temple, gritting his teeth and tightening his fist, about to pull the trigger. Haley froze in shock as she looked at her brother, ready to execute the man who'd killed their lobotomized their mother and killed their father. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he tossed up the gun and caught it by the barrel, holding it to the warden's face and kneeling down to eye level. He said three words, three simple words to the warden, "I never would." He turned to the laptop and spoke directly to his audience and declared, "You have a chance to remake the world and make it better. When you form your new world, make the basis of your society a man who NEVER would!" with that, he tossed the gun aside and cut the feed, leaving with his sister who'd handcuffed all the guards and the warden. They marched out of the cave, not stopping once to glance back at the men they'd left behind. They didn't know what effect their actions would have on the world, but they had a future ahead of them and it was theirs for the taking.
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