Series: The Bionics, Book 2
Author: Alicia Michaels
Published: March 10th, 2015
Publisher: Crimson Tree Publishing
Genre: NA Paranormal Romance
Warning: Coarse language, mild sexual innuendo
Recommended Age: 16+
All it takes is a spark…
Blythe Sol never would have thought she would become the face of the Restoration Resistance. Yet, that is just what has happened now that the battle lines have been drawn. With the movement sweeping the United States, the stakes are higher than ever as President Drummond continues to prove his dedication to the destruction of the Bionics and all who stand with them.
The flame has been ignited…
As anger and frustration among the American people reaches the boiling point, citizens begin to fight back, many showing their support for the Bionics… despite the personal costs to themselves. As protests turn violent, and people who once cowered in silence begin to fight back, the government continues its practices that fly in the face of the very principles the nation was founded upon.
The time has come to revolt …
Despite the many losses it has sustained, the Resistance stands strong, leading America into revolution and onward toward change. With an unlikely, ragtag family of misfits at its forefront, the Resistance stands, while a girl who lost everything continues to fight for a future that was once impossible, but may now be within her reach.
A weapon’s muzzle suddenly comes up to the back of my head and I freeze, lifting my hands and the CBX with it. An MP in white, fiberglass armor circles around me, the gun now focused on my forehead. I can see just by looking that he has it on the kill setting.
“Look, man,” I say calmly. “I’m not one of them. I’m on your side here.”
He raises the face shield of his helmet, and I’m face to face with a fresh recruit. He can’t be any older than eighteen and skinny as a rail, shaking like a leaf. “Don’t come any closer,” he says, his high-pitched voice trembling with the force of his fear. Around us, the fight rages on. “You’re all the same, just a bunch of freaks.”
I shrug. “Come on, dude. We both know I could have killed you by now. But I’m not here to fight you. We just want justice. Look around you and you’ll see the real killers, the real freaks. Turn your gun on them, and I’ll do the same.”
He frowns. “Fight with you?”
“With me, next to me, behind me, whatever. What’s your name, kid?”
He swallows noisily, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Ethan.”
I nod. “Okay, Ethan, I’m Dax. You got a girl, Ethan?”
Ethan lowers the gun. “Yeah… I mean, kind of. She doesn’t really know I like her.”
I smile. “Been there, man, done that. I got a girl too, back home. I kind of told her I loved her a few days ago.”
Ethan’s eyebrows shot up. “Whoa, that’s huge.”
“Right? Big stuff. Plus, I promised her I’d try to make it back alive. The way I see it, I stand a better chance of that if we can try to fight together, even if it’s just for today. What do you think? Let’s end this shit so we can get home. You have a girl to win over, and I’d rather not piss mine off by coming home in a body bag.”
Ethan nods. “Yeah. Yeah, okay, sure.”
My hand grasps his shoulder just as a flying metal disc comes whizzing at his head. He cries out as I take him to the ground, just barely saving him from being decapitated. I’m not quite as lucky. The metal disc slices into my cheek as it flies by, laying it open. Pain explodes along the left side of my face, leaving a trail of fire that goes from my jaw to just beneath my eye. Another inch and I’d be sporting a falsie like Blythe. Behind Ethan, one of the Rejects has some sort of makeshift gun mounted on his shoulder. It’s the size of a small cannon, and it is shooting another disc at me. Dropping for cover and avoiding another gash, I grab Ethan’s shoulder again.
He stares at me with wide eyes and nods. “Yeah.”
“Cool. Stay down while I kill this dickhead.”
This time when he fires at me, I’m ready. The pistons in my leg joints fire rapidly and I jump, my boot connecting with the disc and kicking it back the way it came. I give Ethan a hand up as the Reject’s head slides from his shoulders, taken off by his own disc.
“Can dish it out but can’t take it,” I grumble as I help Ethan to his feet.
He smiles at me appreciatively. “You saved my life, man. Thanks.”
“No need to thank me. Now, let’s go save some others.”
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