the release from pain...

52 week challenge.. this is about some orphans who got away from their captors

It was a day just like the rest of them for the two kids. They fought for survival, since their parents were killed in the destruction of the country. Sarah, and Jake found temporary refuge in an old zoo just outside a city, they didn’t know which one. They knew it wouldn’t last long before they had to move on, avoiding all contact with the marauders that seemed to be hunting them. It was just before dawn and they had gotten themselves ready for a hunt, as their food and water supply was getting low.
The bike made no noise once it was going, as the electrical circuits Sarah put on, kept it going long enough for them to get out of hiding, and begin to look for food. They both dressed as quickly as they could and headed out away from the city, towards the dead land and away from those that wished them harm.
As Sarah kicked in the gas motor and the familiar sound of the motor filled the air with the familiar sound. Their faces were hit with a fresh wind as the bike built up the speed they needed to get to where they could hunt and gather without the worry of the hunters finding them.
As the day progressed the two gathered all the food they could carry. They filled their containers with all the water they could hold, after testing it all, of course. After making sure they weren’t followed they began their quest back to their place, being extremely careful not to loose any of the food and or water they gathered.
The sun began to sink lower in the sky and would soon disappear, so Sarah switched the bike over to electric, when something up ahead of her caught her attention, a small movement on the side of a small hill.
Knowing it is better to err on the side of caution, she pulled the bike over into an advantageous area, and signaling her brother to keep quiet while she checked it out. She pulled out the binoculars she kept in the side bag, she glanced at the particular area and ensured their safety.
Within a few minutes Sarah got the answer she feared she would get, it was the marauders who were hunting them. They had found them once again.
As she watched the hunting party ripping through their once safe hide out, her mind drifted back to the time before they got away from them. She was a slave to the leader, Morgan. Not only was she cleaning up after the pigs, as was her brother, but she was also their cook, then she was forced to service that clown in more private ways., almost every night she was tossed around like a rag doll forced to do what ever she was told to do or get beaten almost to death, as her brother was forced to watch. When she escaped from that hell, after killing the handler with a butter knife, of all things, she made a promise not only to her brother, but to her self to never go back to them, or that life, while there was still a breath left in her body.
“Is it them?” Jake asked quietly.
Sarah said nothing but stared in their direction as a single tear streamed down he cheek and anger welled up in her that she had never felt before. Jake caught sight of the tear and the look on her face and knew, without a doubt, that they had found them. Which usually means that its time to go for them. Just as he resigned himself to moving on as they had done for the past year since their escape, Jake caught a glimpse of a different look on his sisters face, one that he had never seen before on her.
“Sarah?” he asked quietly and waited for a response.
“We are done running, Jake.” She said, her voice filled an emotion other than anger, something deeper, called rage.
Sarah opened the side bag on the other side of the motorbike and pulled out a pistol, and a few hand weapons.
“Where did you get those?” Jake asked as his eyes widened out, as she was definitely not acting like the girl she had always been before.
“I got them when we escaped,” She answered as she looked straight into Jakes eyes and with as stern a voice as she had ever used before said, “Jake, I need you to stay here, keep quiet.”
“What are you going to do?” He asked afraid of what answer he would receive.
“Kill them,” she said as coldly as she could,” I learned much when I was with them.”
Sarah holstered the weapon to her side, and the silver tube became a medium sized edged weapon with a shake. As soon as it deployed she walked around the edge of the hill they hid behind.
“Jake if I don’t make it,” She said, “Take the bike and go, on battery power only, then once you are out of hearing range kick the motor in and go like hell. Do you understand?”
Jake was obviously upset as the only person who cared for him, all his life, was about to possibly be killed by the same people they had been held captive by. She came around the hill, and the thugs had as of yet to see her. She approached them, and got to a certain spot where one of them had seen her.
This one alerted the others and they faced her, thinking that they had the upper hand on her because of her size, they taunted her. They only saw her a slave girl, or much less a plaything for their wild nights, nor did they care about her being more of a fighter than they could ever handle.
Jake watched from the safety of his spot, while she used the skills she learned while a prisoner to release the marauders from the burden of their useless lives. Jake was surprised when he saw what she had done, but knew deep inside that they still needed to move on, mainly because others will come looking for them, and when they found them they would be hunted again.
The suns rays were trying, in vain, to latch onto any part of they daylight without much luck and was almost completely out of sight, as the motor bike carrying the brother and sister sped away following that glowing orb trying as best they could to keep up with it.