The Enemy: Chapter One

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Anyways, on to the real reason for this post. I’m going to be posting the first chapter of The Enemy for your reading pleasure! The first chapter is kinda short, but the other chapters are longer. Well, longer than the ones in The Intruders. Also, this is first draft stuff, so there’s sure to be errors, and stuff. The final product will be much more polished, fleshed out, and have more explinations for the stuff going on. I took out some things, though, ’cause I don’t want to give away everything! Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think.

Chapter One


I slammed my fist down onto the table as hard as I could. The echo reverberated around the small room. The lamp, and notebook moved a bit, and the pencil fell onto the ground. “I’m not telling you another damn thing!” I yelled as loud as I could.

Connor took his large round glasses off his red pudgy face, and wiped the saliva that spewed out of my mouth off on his sweaty shirt. “Mr. Freeman, if you do not calm down we will have to take measures. Drastic, measures.” A sly smile creeped across his face. I’m sure the thought of me handcuffed excited him.

Over the past three days, Connor and I never saw eye to eye. I wanted to go out searching for the medicine that Alex needed as soon as possible, but he was hearing none of it. He saw someone that he could boss around, and them not get what they wanted, and he took it. He didn’t care if any lives were at stake. He wanted to argue. To start drama. He feed off drama. He couldn’t get enough of it.

And here at the White House, drama wasn’t in short supply.

“I am in here, answering your stupid questions, while my cousin is out there,” I pointed at the door for extra effect, “turning into one of them!” I pointed out the window in the room, signaling  to where the Grimms were gathering outside the fence surrounding the White House. They were the only thing keeping me from going out there on my own. That, and I had no idea where to look. And the guns were locked up. Okay, so there are a lot of reasons why, but just sitting around isn’t doing anything to make Alex better, either!

“Please, Freeman, spare me your sappy cry fest. I don’t care who is dying. I’m not leaving until you answer my questions. I know you want the precious Delzene—we all do—but you’re not leaving the White House! Nobody is! So you better accept that your cousin is dead, and move on. ”

I had enough. I jumped up from my chair—the chair flew to the groun—and I jumped across the table. I grabbed him by his button up shirt that was coated in a layer of sweat. I took a fistful of the shirt, lifted him up, and pinned him up against the wall. His glasses fell off his face, and for the first time, he looked afraid. “Enough questions!” I yelled as loud as I could. Spit flew on his face and into his eyes. I leaned in close to his right ear, and spoke quietly into it, but with force. I injected every bit of emotion into my voice, giving it even more power than me yelling. “You listen to me, and you listen good. I’ve been tortured, experimented on, and almost shot in my eye. I’ve experienced what it’s like to be one of those creatures, and I’ve killed countless numbers of them. I’ve traveled hundreds of miles to get here, and I will not be bossed around by a fat ass son of a bitch like you, while my cousin is in there lying on a bed, turning into one of those Grimms. Do you understand me?”

Connor nodded his head quickly.

“Good.” I threw him down on the ground. “If you interrogate me one more time about what it’s like to be out there fighting the Grimms, I’ll throw you out there and let you find out for yourself.”

I turned around and opened the door, slamming it as hard as I could behind me. I looked to my right and left down the hallway to make sure no one had heard me. The hallway was deserted.

I turned to my left, and started walking towards the Oval Office.

It was time to have a little talk with the President.

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