Heartless and Soulless Part 2 ((Two Person, CLOSED))

Zayna
"Levi, how could you?!" I screamed again. I threw the papers at his chest in anger and pain. They fell to the ground, front side up, and the words stood out.
Leon and Miranda Beckle
Death Summary: The two formerly named Rebels were caught among the group attending Levi Beckett's Rebellion Mission. When militia arrived on scene, the operatives scattered. Leon and Miranda Beckle ran into a building, following several other, including the main leaders of the mission. Luckily, the Rebels abandoned one another, leaving the Beckles surrounded and on their own by guards. They were then offered the choice to surrender or die. After attempting to run, they were gunned down.
"I'm sorry your parents died at my rally Zayna, I am. But it wasn't my fault! I did not point the guns at them. I did now pull the trigger!" Levi yelled back.
"You abandoned them, Levi. Your people needed you and you ran!" My face was red with anger, my eyes filled with tears.
"No! I went for reinforcement," Levi seethed. "I came back, too. And I got caught. I got thrown in jail and tortured for five years!"
"And I lost my family," I whispered. I fell against a wall and buried my head in my hands, letting the tears run free, the emotions enclose around me.
"I'm sorry you lost your parents Zayna.." Levi replied. "But I won't apologize for what I did. I know I did the right thing."

My eyes popped open and I sat up quickly from my cot. Girls were wandering around, getting ready for a new day. I looked around, choked up, and tried to keep the tears from coming to my eyes. That had happened six months ago, and yet I thought about it every day. I felt in my pocket and grabbed the wrinkled, folded up piece of paper that was always with me. I opened it up carefully and read it again. It was one of the sheets from my parents records, the ones I had stolen from the prison so long ago. I had always wondered how my parents died and now I knew.

I leaned against my pillow and thought back to the past couple of months. So much had changed. After leaving the prison, it had burn to the ground. Rhys and I traveled long and far to Reverand to meet Levi. We finally found one another and had a big reunion. Later that same night, I sat down and started going through the files I had stolen from the prison. That's when I read how my parents had died. I was crushed, devastated, and emotional. I pounced on Levi, screaming at him, blaming him for ruining my life. We didn't speak for months.

During that time, we traveled down to a rebel camp in Nevada, where Levi's uncle was a head leader. Levi and I were operated on, my heart and his soul put back in their rightful place, and completely freed of the Wisps. We were put on bed rest in order to heal our physical and emotional wounds and to also be checked out for liability reasons.

About a week ago, I finally came to my senses, and realized what a mistake I was making by blaming Levi for my parents' deaths. Needless to say, we reconciled our relationship and have been pretty close since. Today, though, was the first day off our bed rest. We were now officially part of this rebel camp and trusted completely. Today we were expected to go to training to meet with other rebels and to reinstate our fighting abilities. I was actually looking forward to it.

I smiled, pushing away all thoughts of these past six months, and sprang up from my cot. I quickly got dressed in a tank top, pants, and combat boots, and put my knives in their rightful places. I sighed in contentment and then walked out of the girls' dorms to go start my training.

((Haha I gave you like nothing to work with yet. Sorry))

Zayna
I grinned as I walked out of the girls dorm and into the sunlight. People wandered around, laughing and talking. There was no fear here. I was actually.. Safe.

The thought of that mAde me feel determined. Everyone should always be able to have that feeling. And the Rebellion was trying to accomplish just that. In that moment, I realized I was proud to be a rebel. Just like my parents.

I started walking through te people, ducking in and out of them quite easily. As I neared the training center I saw a dark haired guy with a confident strut walking to it also. I smiled as I recognized Levi.

"Levi!" I called out. "Levi!" I ran toward him, my hair falling into my face.

Zayna
I laughed as I had to jump up to meet Levi's hand for a high five.

"Completely!" I replied. "It'll be fun, and beneficial, to be trained.. Or re-trained in your case."

Technically, I had never been tought to fight or defend myself. I had to rely on myself to learn all that when I was in prison. Guards were always trying to take advantage of the smallest, 'weakest' girl so I had been put in situations where I had to react quickly. It taught me a few tricks but nothing compared to what others, like Levi, knew.

Zayna
I shrugged, a bit doubtful. I wasn't too good at making friends. People always underestimated me because of my size. "I think I'm just ready to prove people wrong. Ever since we've first got here, people keep looking at me like I'm.. Meat or something," I confessed.

Zayna
I laughed. "Let's get going then," I said, running ahead of him into the training base.

Zayna
I faltered in my steps when I saw a sign in te training center marked "Charlie Team, Third Division". Under it were four people. Our new team. A friendly face upon all the new people wouldve been a welcoming sight but when I looked over them, no one looked too friendly. Two guys and one girl, all looking menencing, and lethal. I stopped cold when one of them stepped up to Levi. Without even realizing it, I ducked behind him a bit, my confidence shaken.

"I'm Zayna Beckle," I told the guy who stepped out. His hair was tousled and his eyes semi-cold. "And you are..?"

Zayna
My eyes shifted from Levi's cousins to the guy behind them.

"Isaac," he said quietly, a threatening tone to his voice.

"Nice to meet you all," I said slowly. I looked at Levi's grim expression and realized he was very unhappy with our team. It sparked a bit of resentment inside if me and I cleared my throat and stood up straighter. "What's all your specialties?"

"I'm an escape artist. I'm the one you'll send into the dangerous places because I can get out like its nothing," Isaac explained bluntly. I nodded slowly, waiting for the others to answer.