*grumbles* All right, let's try this: Twenty more REAL posts. We'll finish the story at the end of that, and I'll post the sequel. A real post is a minimum of three paragraphs long and pushes the story forward. So, twenty more of these babies and I'll move onto the sequel, okay? Please? And, uh, this post doesn't count.
-Joseph-
This plan wasn't even a plan. It required the others of the group to forget what he had done. It required an insane amount of luck. And it required for Joseph to lose their trust once again. This couldn't be worth it. But he had to. Something inside of him was driving him to betray them for a second time. The same thing that had driven him to do so the first time.
Selfishness.
"What the heck are you doing?" cried Smithal as Joseph helded Julie to her feet. "You can't figure out what side you're on still?"
"I know what side I'm on," Joseph replied. "And it's not yours."
He looked down at Julie, a sorry and sad expression crawling across his face. Her eyes had lit up at him saying he wasn't for the enemy. Then they went to puzzlement, probably decided whether he was telling the truth or not. How could he tell her his decision? How could he tell her he was using her like this?
He couldn't.
Looking once more into her beautiful eyes he said, "Go find the others. We can't do this alone."
She ran off, confusion still stricken across her face. Joseph let out a final sigh before he collapsed to the ground, his wrists and ankles stuck unnaturally in the mud. He struggled, trying to come to his sleep-deprived senses.
"I could rant and rant about how you're such a fool, but I don't think it needs to be said," Smithal said, his hand outstretched towards Joseph. "So tell me, which would you prefer: Quick and pathetic or painful and heroic?"
"I'd ask you the same, you lying demon," Joseph replied a second before a bolt of lightning struck only three yards away.
Where there's a storm, there's static electricity. And that means a power source.
