I knew I was in trouble. Behind enemy lines, chained naked to a wall awaiting my death. I wasn’t supposed to be here. My plan was perfect. Everything about it was perfect, and it was supposed to go off without a hitch. Everyone had their assigned duties, and everyone knew what was at stake. This newest assault was supposed to shake up the supes, let em’ know weren’t fucking around with them. We’re not all just spineless cattle waiting in line for the slaughter or a bunch pansy-ass, ass kissers willing to sell out our own kind for a measly breadcrumb from those ungodly monsters.

Aww man, it was a beautiful fucking plan. We were going to attack at dawn when they would be most vulnerable. I had everything accounted for; everything except Jonah, that fucking, traitorous, murdering son of a bitch. I’d known him for the past two years and trusted him! He was one of us. He ran missions with us, got down and dirty with us. Fuck, he even came up with our perfect plan that we were supposed to complete this morning… of course, now that I think about it, maybe it wasn’t his plan at all. Normally, my instincts are spot on, fucking legendary, if I may say so myself and I can spot a “mark” or a “stain” also known as “mole” a mile away. I’d know right away not to trust them. I could see their weakness in their eyes, how they’d avert their gaze when put on the spot. I’d be able to tell the warriors from the cowards, just by how they reacted when the shit hit the fan.

However, Jonah, I’ll give it to him since it’s the last thing I’ll do, apparently. That sly-ass motherfucker was good at hiding his true self. He fooled me like it was nobody’s business. Fucker cost the lives of six of my best soldiers, rebels, upstarts, nonconformists or whatever the fuck you wanted to call us. They didn’t deserve to die and especially not because of him. As for all the name-calling they labeled us, I wore all the titles proudly because they meant I’d die standing on my fucking feet and not cowering or groveling on the ground.

We were bad-ass, too. There were many pockets of Resistance factions all around the city and country, hell even the world. Some lasted longer than others, like mine. We played our hand smart. We never stayed in one place too long and kept really low profiles. We were going strong for six months, evading shady humans willing to turn us over for a “better life” and the supes tracking us down, which was no easy feat. Imagine trying to hide from something that can see in the dark with hella awesome vision. Or hear a sound from a mile away? And if they catch your scent… shit, if that happens, you better have a fucking plan. If you don’t, you’re dead. We knew we were high risk, but we knew what we were doing, too. Our mission was just! We’d cost a fair amount of damage to their organizations and even saved some humans that were no doubt going off to the slaughter. Today’s attack was supposed to be our biggest success. Now it was our greatest failure. Fucking Jonah! I wonder how long it took him to betray us? Was he always selling us out or did they seduce him with the promise of riches and position? I’ll never know; I suppose.

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