"I'm not going to ask again, Why did you kill all those people?"

Alex Walker was now sitting in a dimly lit room, tied to a chair. This was unfortunately a daily thing since his arrest back in August. He was arrested because apparently he looked similar to a mercenary that had actually been a part in the attack.

The man standing before him, butcher knife in tow, was Agent Winchester, he had been interrogating and torturing Alex ever since he was dragged out of the armored van that took him here. And because he didn't actually know anything and the fact that the real perp hadn't been detained, he was still the prime suspect.

"Sir, with all due respect, I didn't do crap. I'm ninety-nine percent sure you just arrested me to boost your paycheck. I really didn't do it." Alex anxiously replied.

"Then where we're you on the night of July 8?" Winchester threatened. He had just planted the tip of his knife above his eye, slowly pulling it down to about his eyebrow.

"How can anyone remember exactly where they were on some random night two months ago?" He actually meant that, memories of that night were foggy enough, and was too distracted by the new cut on his forehead.

Winchester sharply yanked the knife down, just barely missing his eye and met the skin below. Alex grunted in pain. Winchester had done similar things to him for the past month, but he still wasn't entirely used to pain, yet.

Instead of asking another question. Winchester started untying him. This was new, Winchester never stopped a torture session early, and he would never untie a suspect. Was the actual mercenary caught? Because Alex was getting pretty sick of being a murderer's fall guy, more so considering the punishment.

Winchester grabbed Alex by the wrist, dragging him back to a small cell. He opened the steel bar gate, threw him inside like garbage, and locked the door. Then, the agent spoke.

"Kid, you haven't given me anything remotely useful since the day we brought you in. But there is one use for you." Alex perked his head up, he agreed when Winchester said nothing useful came out of the ordeal, but he didn't exactly see how he could be of any use as a prisoner.

"For the safety and security of this country, you and the other traitors are being executed. Today. You have five minutes left to live. If you have any more to say, the guard is right out there." Winchester coldly finished. He walked away, giving Alex time to think.

The day he was arrested had to be one of the worst days of his life, the government burned his home to the ground, knocked him out, and his family? That was too painful to think about. What Alex didn't understand was what Winchester said about 'other traitors'.'Were they wrongfully accused and imprisoned like him, or were some actually guilty? He figured at least one of the others had to have been involved.

He wiped his new wound with his hand, leaving red smeared across his palm. This wasn't his first wound. He'd been electrically shocked, stabbed, beaten, even shot once or twice. But in spite of all of that, he still wasn't fully used to this kind of pain.

A guard opened his cell and cuffed his wrists and ankles. The guard was still nervous even pacifying him. Seriously, he did kill two SWAT guys during his arrest, but even he wasn't cunning enough to get out of it, besides. He was already tired and weak.

Alex was dragged to a small room with 4 posts in a straight line, and the guards immediately tied him to one of them. It wasn't hard to notice the line of soldiers carrying rifles pointed in his direction. Death by firing squad was seldom used simply because it was barbaric and ancient, but they must've decided that if their bosses were shot to death, so would they, or something like that.

The first suspect had to be carried inside, he was incredibly frail. Alex felt a pang of sorrow for the kid. He looked like he had been in the prison for at least a month before him. He had cuts and bruises on every inch of him, and looked malnourished.

The second was already chained on his post. This guy was better off than Alex was. He wasn't as wounded as Alex was. This boy looked to be about 16, built like an NFL linebacker. His head was shaved, but this guy had facial hair that could double as steel wool.

The third was, to Alex's surprise, a girl. About, say, 15 years old. Shoulder length lightish-brown hair, and. Let's just say if looks could kill, the guards would be long dead by now.

As soon as they were all bound to their posts, Agent Winchester walked behind the executioners and spoke.

"If there's anything any of you have to say, this is your last chance." The weakened child to the far right coughed, prompting the Agent to walk over to him, the kid mumbled something that Alex couldn't hear, and when Winchester leaned in closer, the kid spat into Winchester's shades.

The operative wiped his sleeve over his sunglasses and stabbed the poor guy between the eyes and just left the knife stuck in there, scarlet dripping to the floor.

"Ready!" Winchester yelled to his men, immediately, three guards point their weapons at them, the inevitable looming closer and closer.

"Aim!" He screamed again. Alex could've sworn he heard something beeping, and one of the guards turned his head to find the source of the noise.

The ceiling above appeared to crumble down in front of him. Fire lapping in from above. He saw a canister drop to the ground on front of them. The sounds of gunfire roared in the small room as smoke filled the room. The two men fought, one hitting the other with the butt of his gun, as the second fell to the ground. The smoke cleared, and he saw a man in his late teens with ashy blonde hair, similar to his, grabbed a key ring from the unconscious body of Agent Winchester.

"Took you long enough, Jäger." The girl said. Jäger, huh? This is the guy Alex was mistaken for. He unlocked the girl's chains and she took the key ring out of his hands and got to freeing the other suspect.

"Zip it. Can you finish up here, we have to go." The other suspect said

"Mordecai, fancy seeing you here!" Jäger snapped at 'Mordecai'. Well, Alex guessed most of these people were involved. He was apparently the odd one out. Wouldn't be the first time.

"Kat, what are you doing, this guy isn't one of us!" Mordecai scolded. To his surprise, this 'Kat' person was unlocking his chains and pulling Alex up.

"Come on, you expect us to leave him here?" Kat pleaded. Alex didn't quite know the answer himself, but thank god someone was helping him.

"She's right, Mordecai, he can help us with something." Jäger agreed. Now Alex was obligated to help them with whatever they needed me for. The last thing he needed was to join the very people he was blamed for being part of and tortured for it.

Kat must've noticed Alex's reaction to that statement, because she looked Alex in the eye and told me

"Listen, aren't you mad at these guys for torturing and almost killing you? We're trying to help."

"Fine, what do I need to do for you guys?" He groaned inwardly, he was in enough trouble as-is. He didn't need to be in more.

"For right now, kid. Grab that rope, we're pulling you up and taking you to HQ." Jäger ordered. Just because Alex was a little skeptical doesn't mean he wouldn't take help where he got it. Alex grabbed the rope, and was pulled into a helicopter. Upon entering, Alex was greeted by the man holding the rope.

"Glad to see you're still among living, Kat, who's the kid?" He asked.

"Don't worry about it, we've just recruited another member to our cause." Mordecai stated matter-of-factly, as if it really didn't matter to him what happened to me.

"Welcome to the Kahn's Militia, kid, what's your name?" Jäger finally asked.

"Alex. Alex Walker." He responded, they saved his life, he may as well be honest.

"Correction, Private Alex Walker." Mordecai said.

-Meanwhile-

September 11, 2016

Dear Twilight,

Thank you for your report, I am glad to hear you've been settling in to your new castle, I know it may be daunting at first, but you will eventually come around.

The main reason I wrote this is that you tell me if anything unusual happens, due to certain events in my life, It's imperative that you tell me these things, while I know you have proven yourself time and time again, I fear you may still be too inexperienced to properly handle such an event. If anything does happen. Write me a letter immediately, and I will be there as soon as possible.

Sincerely,

Celestia

Author's Notes:

Well, part two of the first four instant chapers!
I know you may be asking 'why is Destoyer posting four chapters to his story immediately?"
It's because I'm already on an inspirational streak and the fact that this story will likely be really, really long.