The Sorrowful Rebel Fall Of The Rebel Part Two

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In the base, the newly freed slaves looked at the rebels that had been disguised as the guards. Some remembered that during this time some had wiped them to retain their disguise some had to do worse. Yet even though it has been explained to them their scars were a thing that they could not ignore. They had to get their justice. They could not even think of the thought that they could work with that group. They just could not stand the idea of fighting alongside then. 

Fit a couple of days they would work with them. Just to pretend that they were working well with them. That was alright and well but as the week wore on they could feel their contempt growing and growing by the day. This turned to hate and then it turned to rage. Soon they could not stand the sight of them. That this reached a boiling point.

This all was let out when one of them punched the rebels. They looked up at them momentarily shocked. This made their lips curl as they pounced on them. They all punched the rebels again and again and again. They were completely blinded by their hate and anger. They were so blinded by their rage that they did not notice that they had started to punch the ground and not the face of the rebels. Soon their knuckles were covered in blood.

Then they were hit.

"What was that for?"

"You know what that was for!" They all replied at the same time.

They all ripped off their shirts showing their scars. While they looked at them with wide eyes they punched them in the guts again and again until they started to spit out blood. Seeing their passive look caused their rage to overflow. They were soon sitting on their backs and clutching their neck.

That was when they were hit by a wave of fire. They looked at where the fire came from to see Sorrowful.

"What is going on here?"

"As if you wouldn't know!" They replied, pointing to the scars.

She nodded. She let out a huff. She gestured for them to come to her. They rolled their eyes in anger. Yet they moodily walked up to her. She then rolled her sleeve up revealing a white peach skin. They soon saw the scar on her arm.

"The Evil Emperor did not do that but I know what it is like to feel great pain. Shortly before I came here my very soul was wounded. So, tell me, what is this all about?"

"Do I need to say?"

"Yes. Vocalising these things are important."

They shook their heads. She reached out her hand and placed a hand on one of them.

"Please. It is important to help resolve this situation."

"They beat us while they were undercover."

She looked at the other rebels, her mask hiding the shock and anger that she felt.

"Is this true?"

"Yes, we are all sorry."

Her head bowed. She remained silent for a while.

"In that case, you are all to go to Dawnfree. There, you must remain to help Sword as much as you can. As for you, you will all be designated to Wiser Sister, there you will stay until your psychological healing is complete."

This was all done within three days and they were kept well away from each other until it was all done.