anything if we are too weak.”
The smile on Xu’s face vanished and turned to ice. The other Chinese soldiers stopped what they were doing and glanced from Bruce to Xu, their smiles also missing. Xu said something soft in Chinese and two of the soldiers grabbed Bruce and held him in place. “You believe you have a say in this? You believe your opinion matters?” Xu stepped forward. “Let it be known that you eat when we say you eat, you eat what we say you eat, and you do what we say you do.”
Fear filled Bruce’s eyes. “I’m just saying that if you wan-”
The knife in Bruce’s stomach stopped his words. Bruce looked down at his stomach and stared at the hilt of the knife sticking from his stomach, then looked up at the man holding the knife. Xu stared at him coldly. Bruce opened his mouth to scream and Xu pulled the blade out and stuck it back in. Bruce let out a cry of anguish as it happened again, and again. The two soldiers let go and Bruce stumbled and fell onto his back. Xu stood above him with the bloody knife in hand.
“You still believe you are special,” Xu said, looking at both camps. “You Americans grew up believing that the world was yours, that you can go wherever or say whatever you want. Do not feel bad, it was how you were taught.” Xu got on top of Bruce, who was still lying on his back in shock. Xu raised the blade up high and then brought it back down forcefully into Bruce’s stomach, causing Bruce to cry out again in pain. “I will re-educate you,” Xu said calmly. “This is not your world now, it is mine.” Xu brought the blade down one more time and then got up and stood over Bruce.
Bruce rolled onto his side and his entire body was shaking as a pool of blood began to form around him. No one said anything, no one tried to help. After a few moments Camp Rambo walked back over to collect their extra bowl of food and Camp Yankee walked toward their building. Alec stood there, uncertain what to do. He took one step forward toward Bruce and saw the large man in Camp Rambo looking at him. They locked eyes and the large man shook his head. Alec noticed two soldiers watching him and he turned and walked away.
He walked to their building but before he walked in he looked back toward Bruce and Xu was still standing over the man. Xu’s gaze was locked on Bruce. His expression was blank but Alec could see his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. Xu was enjoying it. A soldier came up behind Alec and pushed him through the entrance. Alec walked into the large building and walked down a long hallway that reminded him of when they used to go to animal shelters, cages on each side. A soldier opened up one of the gates and pushed him inside the concrete room that was barely long enough for him to lie down in. The gate was closed and locked and then he was alone. Outside their building a man was slowly bleeding to death but inside the building it was perfectly quiet. Alec leaned against the wall and cried.
Ben
They moved in silence.
Reaper was in the lead--he was always in the lead--and the rest of the ragtag group of soldiers followed. Broken pieces of concrete and other rubble covered the ground but the group managed to walk over it while not making a peep. Ben, Ohio and Ty, on the other hand, struggled. With every crunch or slip-up they grimaced and a few times some of the soldiers glanced back and gave them a look, but no one said anything. Reaper stopped at the edge of a street and peered around the corner of a building while the rest of the men stopped and surveyed the land. The nine soldiers were rough and ragged but deadly. The same smooth and precise movements that Ben always admired in Mason were reflected in each of them.