Lock Down

''This is the eighth episode, Season One, of Spy Torture. Enjoy! I got a call saying I was famous, but it was from 911 02:23, August 11, 2013 (UTC)''

''This is dedicated to Robo, for helping me and encouraging me to write more and more and more stories. :D''

Snarl was pacing ion the cmap clearing. "Those rotten, scumbags! I will find them, and they will be sorry."

He snapped around, and stared at two cats. "Silver Mine that's Underground, and Sun that Shines on Water, report now."

"We have found evidence of the Rebellion, but they are moving fast. Some good news is, we have found traces of Annta and Rush."

Snarl's eyes glittered. "Good, they thought if they were powerful enough, they could betray me, huh? Let's prove them how wrong they can be. Silver, Sun, go after them immediately, if they don't come back to the Spy Army, then they will lead you to the Rebellion, go now."

They nodded, and raced out of the camp. Hm, Snarl could use some prisoners to help him. He hadn't been dense and kept all his prisoners on the same floor. Some were actually hidden in the camp itself. "You, Red of the Rose, bring me tweo prisoners. I don't care which ones." The small, frail she-cat nodded, and dashed away.

Red came back, dragging two prisoners who were thrashing madly behind her. She held the chains and locked the priosners to the pads on the ground. "Ah, I see, its Stonehaven and Brightsong, correct?" His cold blue eyes searching deep within their hearts.

The ginger white she-cat hissed. "You may be a monster, and you may have lots of power, but that won't force us to join your little Army. You think you're so great, but the truth is, the Clans will never-"

Snarl lashed his tail. "Red, take her away." He pointed his tail at Brightsong. "She's annoying me, I'll have her ounished later."

Red of the Rose nodded, and unloacked the chain, at once, Brightsong lased out. She clawed Red, making the she-cat flinch and wail. Frail, and unworthy she-cat.

Snarl smashed his paw down on top of brightsong, crushing the ginger white she-cat beneath. She writhed underneath, her green eyes flashing. HIssing like a snake, Snarl clawed her flank. Blood poured from the wound, making her scream in pain.

Flicking his tail, he summoned a few more guards. "Send, this one away. Put her in the deepest dungeon. Secure with five chains. If she escapes, I'm having your throats." He growled, glaring at Brightsong. Glancing at the last guard, he hissed. "Take Red of the Rose away to Shimmer from the Sun. Have her healed and ready for battle. I'm in the mood to find some Rebellions right now."

Flame of Bright Fire shivered. he hated the rain. He hated the wet. He only liked the sun and its warmth. But right now, rain, rain, and rain poured down and down from the sky. It came down in relentless pours, and soaked Flame down to the bone. He just wanted to be at the Rebellion already.

Fly was looking dead on his paws. He trudged after Ananta And Rush, who looked like they were trying beat each other in a race.

Shaking his pelt out, Flame bounded after Rush, they had to find the Rebellion, faster than Snarl found them.

Shard of Ice was relaxing. They were keeping a good pace, and soon, they would be heading up the mountains, where it would be harder for the Spy Army to find them. Harder for Snarl to reach them.

She looked nervously over her shoulder, scared of what might pop out. All she saw was Tornclaw. The tom had a rugged look, and when he looked up, Shard's breath causght in her chest.

TBC...