Saving the country

3 months later-

"Sargent, the prisoners have escaped."

"And what are you doing here telling me.. GO CAPTURE THEM!" The sergeant angrily screamed and sighed in disappointment.

He looked out from his office window, and glanced at the world in flames. He had managed to capture several of what they are now called 'Nutheads', because of their crazy behavior, and now they were on the streets again. The government was clearly losing, their side had too many soldiers, and though the soldier had never been out in the battlefield, he was too scared to leave his office. Many could say he'd be a coward as his duty carried over to protecting his citizens, but he knew better than to send himself out to die.

The sergeant brought out his phone, and dialed the president.

"Greetings Mr. Vandeer, I've called to notify you that our prisoners are on the run." He spoke with guilt.

"I see. I'd like you to come over to the House, I've arranged some transportation for you." The president's voice was calm and without hesitation as if he'd been expecting the event.

"Yes, sir, I'll be on my way. Any other orders?"

"Bring as many soldiers as you can, Sergeant Jules."

"Yes, sir." He hung up, and looked out the window again. He wondered if there were still some survivors out there, waiting to be tortured and experimented on. The information they had was limited, but the rumour was that whoever survived their tortures was to be sent to some mad scientist to be turned into a mannequin. Their purpose was unknown, but the sergeant felt chills at the thought of the grotesque scenes.

He pulled up his radio and spoke, "Squad 1, what's the situation?"

At the other side of the radio, a woman spoke slowly. "Sir.. It's worse than we.. expected.. The other are.. Gone? What's the word, out of this universe, in a void, they've gone mad, sir, we have to inform the other venues.. This-," she abruptly stopped talking.

"Soldier, report back." He tried to communicate with the other squads but it was useless, they had them all.

The sergeant turned around and became conscious of the silence that surrounded him; he had sent out everyone and was now alone. A black truck emerged from the corner of the street. Sergeant Jules ran down the stairs; must be from the president he thought.

As he approached the truck, a loud noise coming from the other side of the city sounded at full blast.

"Peasants." It was the King speaking, his face finally shown on several screens from buildings in Manhattan.

"I've come to inform those bastards who are making things a lot harder for us-" he stopped, licked his lips, then continued. "You know who you are, bow down, or die. Stop resisting, come join us, let your anger for the world devour you, my lovely citizens aren't you tired of everything? So join the revolution, we will take over the world. HOUNDS!" He screamed, "Find them… You've got nowhere to hide now." He ended his speech and the noise stopped with a freakish laugh.

The sergeant hurried down inside the truck and closed the door. Inside were men fully equipped with technology he had never seen. He smiled, and his despair was revoked.

"Sergeant Jules. The president awaits you." The driver speeded up and as the sergeant looked back, he saw the eyes of the hounds haunting him from afar.

-

The House was a couple miles away, by an island, with full security and about a thousand killer robots were programmed to kill any unknown vehicle or person. It angered the sergeant that the president had saved his extra cards to guarantee his safety and had sent most of his soldiers out to die.

Once he came inside, he was forced to take out all weaponry and take a mental test. The subject had no need to speak or think, as the test robot took out all the information from his brain, and investigated it. Had he approved it, he was allowed to continue down to the president's room.

"Mr. Vandeer," Jules saluted.

"No time for formalities. I've contacted the other venues already, they aren't going to help. They're prepared for any further invasion though. We're alone." The president's words sank Jules' heart and infuriated him.

"Now we've got some extra help, though you're not going to like it." Another sergeant at the side of the president spoke.

"What is it?", asked Jules.

"Before the attack, we talked with some of the criminals in our prisons.." A captain which I figured was in charge of the South side of the country spoke with clarity.

"It takes a criminal to destroy another criminal. We're aware of the risk, but we've got nothing to lose at this point. You can talk to them if you like, they agreed to cooperate, they also know their king, apparently he used to be one of their cellmates." He nodded in thought and focused his gaze on me.

I sighed and looked at the president.

"You're okay with this?" I asked in disappointment, while he nodded.

"Then I guess we don't have much of a choice."

On the left door of the room, 7 guys appeared, while on the right door 5 guys walked towards the center of the room becoming more tense.

"The known gangs, White Jaguars and Red Horns." Sergeant Jules whispered to himself. "This might not be such a good idea…"

"Yo, our boy Matt causing a lot of trouble ain't he?" Jake laughed.

"Now I don't understand why they're helping us.." Tyler spoke quietly. Even though clothing was offered he still refrained his prison uniform, and the sleeves were folded enough for people to see his cuts.

"Unlike you, weird kid, I want to live, and this is the only way. I don't like it any better." Robert bit his lip and looked away.

"Now guys, show some respect. You're still under our authorization. We've got a plan, and it involved you guys working together. We'll create a distraction, then you guys will be able to enter Tetris, it's all really up to you."

"That easy huh." White Eyes grinned. "I was thinking.. Of something much.. Much better."