Renegades

Chapter 3

 The tent was dark, save for the one few lone candles that were lit inside, as Asher worked his night away. His head spinning teeming with ideas and plans. The desk he was working on was messy, with scattered papers and maps everywhere.

On a normal basis, he would've never let it get this disorganized, but time was running out. Every extra minute he took an innocent Provectus life was stolen and the Infirmos won a little more.

Asher sighed, and ran his hand through his hair, closed his eyes, and let out a huff of breath that floated upwards as a white puff through the cold air. He sat still for a moment, before deciding to call it a night and head back to his quarters.

The green eyed man quietly walked throughout the silent camp before slipping into an inconspicuous looking tent, and stripping his shirt and jacket off, and rolling his neck releasing some pent up tension, hearing some satisfying pops and cracks.

Asher walked towards his bed, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror and paused turning his body towards and observing himself.

He rarely took the time to pause and look at himself in the mirror, though not much had changed about him since the last time he did.. Still the same sharp green eyes, and raven hair, almost haughty looking features, and muscled torso, lean but still rippling with strength, and the same soulmate mark.

Soulmate.

Asher hated that term, he hated the idea of being so vulnerable and indebted in front of someone made his lip curl in disgust. He didn't need a soulmate, they would only make him weak. Not to mention that they would depend too much on him.

No, Asher was better off being alone.

He had seen what this so-called "bond" had done to his parents, this magical wonderful thing had torn his family apart. Asher had vowed to never end up like his parents, and although he would never admit it, a small part of him longed for his soulmate.

Asher's piercing green orbs stared holes into the inked words that lay just below his collar bone, "I can help you" they said. The script was small and neat, it looked like the type of font to have little flourishes and what not.

He raised a hand up and traced it for a second, before catching himself. Asher shook his head and sneered at himself before picking up a clean shirt, putting it on and going to bed. He needed the rest, it was going to be a long day tomorrow.

When Kieran wakes up, she sits up and realizes that she is in a cell. It was decently sized with a small pallet in the corner that she was sitting on with a bucket in the other corner, use definitely to relieve yourself.

Her head hurt, the aftermath of her stupidity, and getting bludgeoned in the head. She quickly patted herself down, and let out a low curse. Her captors had taken away all of her different blades. They somehow even got the one that she hid in her shoe.

From her observations from the attack and her surroundings, Kieran concluded that she wasn't captured by the government. Thank the fates.

Kieran wasn't scared of a lot of things, but one thing that certainly frightened her was being outed and seized by the Infirmos scientists. Her parents were taken, and the abduction had left mental scars that were imprinted in her mind.

Almost subconsciously her hand went to her wrist, and gazed upon the inked words that sat there, "I know, that's why you're here". Of all the places her mark could've been, it had to have been placed on her wrist. From long sleeves, to gloves, and made up injuries and bug bites, hiding her mark had been difficult to say the least. The writing was disorganized chaos, it was messy but had a sense of order to it. As if only the writer could understand what he had written.

As a kid, Kieran had fantasized about meeting her soulmate. In her younger selfs mind he was going to be the perfect prince charming. But then reality caught up, and she realized that people like her shouldn't even exist.

That fact killed her illusion real quickly. And now as an adult Kieran did not want a soulmate, she was perfectly fine on her own, they would only slow her down, not to mention meeting them would only put both of them in trouble.

No, it would just be safer to avoid her soulmate at all costs.

Realizing that she was glaring at the words, Kieran slipped her finger-less gloves back on, and let out a sigh, leaning her head against the wall.

She must have dozed off, because the next time she woke up a girl was sliding a tray through the opening of her cell door.

In an instant Kieran was alert, knowing that she could use this to her advantage she turned her head to face the door, and asked "what do you want from me? Why was I kidnapped? Nigel Stone put you up to this didn't he?", her blue eyes narrowing at the female.

The other woman's face remained motionless, "you're in the Rebellion Camps, right now, specifically our holding cells. Now shut up, and go to bed", she stated monotonously before turning and disappearing back down the hallway.

Kieran sat there for a moment reeling in shock, out of all places she thought she could be, the Rebellion Camps were not part of those options. Of course she had heard of Rebellion, who hadn't? This one; lead by the infamous Asher Alanis, was claimed by the people of the Slag to be the most successful one in history.

And of course she had heard of the attacks that were sieged on Liasem's nearby cities, Greenwood, Slayton, and Feynum. There were confirmed sayings, that those cities were completely under Rebellion control, and Provectus' were free to come out of hiding. The commanders of those cities were forced to run to Liasem's sister city Holeb. And in the past few weeks, there had been whispers circulating saying that Liasem was next to be invaded.

Judging from her position, Kieran would say that those rumors were true. She sat up in her small cell, looking at the bland food the girl had dropped into her cell, in disgust.

She picked at the stale looking food debating whether or not to eat, weighing up the pros and cons, she decided to take the risk and eat the food. They obviously needed her for something, which means they couldn't risk drugging her.

As Kieran chewed on the sandwich, she heard voices talking outside of the jail she was located in. They were slightly muffled, and had to be the guards that were assigned to watch her. Kieran leaned forward towards the edge of her cell straining her ears to try and hear what they were talking about.

"-injured, and they don't know when she'll get better", a deep voice said from outside.

"So what now? Dalia's injured and no offense to Rigg's but he's not the best moonlighter out there, the siege on Gornim is coming up", a more feminine sounding voice said from outside in a worried tone.

"Be quiet!", a voice said, "There's a prisoner inside, Asher will have your hide for spilling any secrets ."

Kieran leaned back into the corner of her cell, head spinning, Gornim was a top secret facility in Liasem that was notorious for testing on Provecs. After her parents had been taken years ago she had never let herself feel hope that she would find them again.

Kieran knew the rebellion was ballsy, but not like this, it was practically a suicide mission, though the more she thought about it the more hope bubbled out of her, and a hopeful smile blossomed on her face, and a plan started to form in her head.

Perhaps something good could come out of this messed up situation.

 a/n hello! its been awhile, i've had school and writers block so i'm sorry for not updating