The Anarchy

"Behind you!" screamed the blonde haired girl from behind the dumpster.

Pennet  tensed his arm and swung it around  with all the force he could muster.

The well aimed shot hit the man behind him square in the face.Pennet heard the crunch of his nose just after the impact had registered.

The man made a deep throaty noise and stumbled backwards. He pressed his hands to his nose and more importantly, dropped his gun.

Pennet felt the adrenalin pushing him forward giving him strength. Anger burned in his veins. He clenched his sweaty fists and began to pound the man until the man could no longer stand.

Pennet went down with the man and continued to beat him. With each powerful blow, Pennet felt his detesting for this man grow stronger giving him even more strength.

This man was a representative of the injustice that now ruled their world.

He beat the man until long after he was dead, until tears began to drip down his face from exhaustion.The tears dripped onto his lips leaving a bitter taste to them. He stood up and wiped the tears and blood from his face that left smears on his dusty skin.

He surveyed the area watching for any sign of his companions and praying that hadn't just seen them lose it completely.

There were four of them all together. They formed a team, a group, a family.

I'm supposed to be their leader, he thought bitterly.

He couldn't afford to lose it like this. He had to be the calm sensible one, the one who knew what needed to be done and did it. I don't have time for outbursts of rage to take control like this, he thought bitterly to himself. He had never wanted to be the leader, he had never asked to be.

It was just natural for him to be the leader since he had all the leader like characteristics, that and his father was the head of the entire rebellion that he and his group worked for.

My father, Pennet inwardly groaned. My father would never do something like this, he thought as he looked down at the man he had killed.

The dead man's face was nearly unreconizeable. Blood dripped from the man's nose and mouth and bruises covered the rest of his face. The man's eyes were not even visible anymore due to the swelling.Pennet picked up the man's  limp right arm and pushed up the sleeve out of habit.

It wasn't as if the mark mattered or not anymore since the man was already dead, but maybe it would justify what he had done.

The right arm revealed what Pennet had been expecting, the gang symbol of the anarchy. It was a dark circle with an "A" in the middle, the horizontal line through the "A" reached both edges of the circle.

Pennet felt the rage pulse through him again momentarily as he remembered seeing this symbol all the times before. All the people he had watched die at the hands of them men with the anarchy symbol on their right arms. He felt a sense of defeat even though he had brought the man down, there were plenty more like him. They portrayed themselves as a gang, so how come their numbers never ceased to end?

And the better question, how come they always seemed to be lurking about the same places the Pennet and his group searched for evidence?

My group! Thought Pennet suddenly. Where had they gone? He quickly scanned the area for a sign.

A scream sounded from behind him...