Tyler and Zac
Tyler remembers Max’s word. “You can’t be at the fight, Owen will be looking for you. He gets to you, he can end the rebellion in a second” He tried to protest, claiming he needed to be there, when the fighting began. He relented.
Since Dr Phillips and his army brought Zac, he hasn’t spoken to him. He has been locked in a cell the whole. The thought of speaking to him was just too hard. But as Owens army approaches one way or another this will be his last chance. To ask questions and to get what he needs to, off his chest.
He unlocks the door to the library, pausing for a moment, taking a deep breath. He turns the knob and walks in carrying a cheap bottle of red wine. Zac is sat at a wooden desk. He looks at Tyler as he walks in a small grin appears for a second. “Hello Tyler” he says.
Tyler sits across from Zac and puts the bottle of wine on the table. “Remember this, we used to drink it all the time, well, before, you know, before all this” Zac lifts up the bottle and looks at, he supresses a smile. “We did, quite a lot”.
Tyler takes two glasses, he opens the twist cap wine, and pours two glasses. He pushes one towards his former friend. Zac looks at the glass, and starts to push it away. “I am not you, I am not one of your friends, this isn’t a trick, I’m not drugging you, that’s the tricks you play”
Tyler picks up the glass, swirls it around and takes a sip. Zac watches him, he picks up his glass and drinks a large swallow. “What are we doing here Tyler, what is this, what are we doing here” Zac asks. Tyler looks at him and lowers his eyes.
“Dunno, not really, but I figure this will help, maybe help you…. Maybe. I want to speak to you, one more time, for the last time” Tyler looks at Zac, letting the silence swallow the room, like a void that nothing can escape. Zac nods, looks down and then up again, meeting Tylers eyes.
“I’m sorry… I know you won’t believe me, I know that, I get it. But it’s true. This all got out of hand, I never wanted this for you.” Zac says avoiding eye contact. Tyler puts his hand on Zac’s shoulder. “I know” Zac looks at Tyler, properly this time, they both stare into each other’s eyes.
“Do you remember, before all this began, before we changed the fucking world, we used to surf, we used to travel, we joined the Civic Experiment to, see every capital city in the world. Do you remember” Tyler asks. “I do” Zac responds.
“Well, why aren’t you doing that, why are you still here”? Tyler stares in Zacs eyes, his eyes feel like daggers to Zac.
“Things just got comfortable. Having Todd as my slave, it just seemed easier” Zac answers looking away again from Tyler.
“I mean Zac, history, when we win, is going to paint you badly, but it shouldn’t you’re a victim, as much as me. Well, maybe not as much as me. You didn’t know. If you had of left after the laws came in. You would have just been seen as a volunteer” Tyler warns. Zac smiles a little.
“But you didn’t. Instead, you stayed and hung out with literal monsters. Going around to parties humiliating slaves. Everything you did to me was for a reason, as harsh as you were. But what you did after was just for your amusement. So, for that I can’t ever forgive you” Tyler declares.
Zac picks up his glass and swallows it in one. He puts the glass on the table, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. Tyler leans forward and pours Zac another drink. He swallows the remainder of his glass and refills it. The two sit in silence as they sip their drinks.
“Did you ever… ever consider, helping me when it happened, or at any point” Tyler asks taking a long sip from his glass of wine. Zac scratches his cheek and looks down at the table. He breathes in heavily before looking up at Tyler, still avoiding eye contact.
“What could I have done, I was up against an entire army” Zac protests. Tyler just looks at Zac, shakes his head. He picks up his glass and swirls it and takes a sip. He holds the glass, looking at it, as if inspecting it.
“You are a coward, do you know that… The thing is, I loved you, we weren’t just friends, we were brothers. When your parents died, and I know you are going to blame Todd and talk about Max, I was there for you.
Through it all, the tears, everything. I held you, I supported you. And… Zac… you betrayed me, I know you had your reasons… but… it’s not good enough. I was convinced every day… until I wasn’t, that you would save me.
I waited, waited for the day you would use your money, the money we earned, for you to break me free. It never happened. Sat naked in a dungeon, wondering, when will Zac come to his senses but, and, I guess… well. I want to know why you didn’t”
Tyler finishes his drink and then fills the glass full again, this time he reverts his eyes from Zac. His breathing is heavy. He steals glances at Zac as he waits for answer. Zac is silent, he is still looking at his feet, then he looks up. He looks Tyler in the eyes. He takes a deep breath.
“Tyler you are right, I am a coward” he pushes his hand towards Tylers arm who brushes it away. “I’d say sorry again, but, what’s the point… I am. The Sampson Slavery Laws brought me everything. Retribution for my parent’s death.
And revenge for those that caused it. My entire life it’s all I wanted… and then, I got money too, it … was more than I could imagine. Everything I wanted. I never thought about you, and that is what I am truly sorry for.
I was so consumed in my own rage, the hurt, the years of pain, that I forgot that you were my brother. Tyler, I loved you too. I, we, didn’t ask for this, neither of us are heroes and neither of us are villains. We just signed up for an experiment almost three years ago”.
“You are the villain, I know you don’t see it but you are. You betrayed me… do you know what I can get over that. But you never did anything to help. You just helped yourself.” Zac looks away, then turns back to Tyler.
“I helped Max and Jordan… I helped them escape.”
“Yeah, you helped two known people, who can escape the slave police escape, because they can help you escape. Because of Troye… Zac did you love him, did you actually love him?” Zac looks away again, then nods. Tyler just shakes his head.
“When this rebellion is a success, and it will be, I promise you that. I’m going to ensure that, people are treated fairly. I want to bring the world back… people. You are a person, and the rest of you Masters.
There will be consequences for many, but not as harsh as you, and your friends brought. Because we are better than you, and I will show it. You know, there are times… many times when all I thought about was getting revenge… against you, the world.
But I realise now, we have to be better… I have to be better. I changed the world once, now I am going to change it back. The modifications will stop, everything will stop. Slavery will end. This is not about revenge.
You hear the phrase, it often said, do it for the greater good. Well, these former slaves, the Sampson Slavery Law victims are the greater good. So, I will act and do the right thing. Slavery will be abolished. Too much suffering has happened so far” Zac laughs at Tyler’s words.
“You haven’t even won yet. And you’re not going to win. Owen has reinforcements on the way. He already out-numbers you. Do you know I thought I would get some forgiveness from you, a sense of understanding but I can see I won’t.
As far as Owen and Hayden know, that old guy freed Max and Jordan and abducted me. So, I am going to end this rebellion here and now. We are going to fight one last time. What started all those years ago will end with a fight.
I am going to strip you naked, and drag you out to the battle field. When the pathetic fucking slaves see your naked body, covered in piss their hearts will fall. They will give up and I once again will be the hero. And you will get the worst punishment when you are my slave again” Zac says.
Tyler shakes his head as Zac stands up. Tyler stands too and the two former friends lock eyes with each other. Both ready for one last fight. Zac’s grin is wide as he watches Tyler, it’s all he has not to laugh at his former slave and friend.
Rob
Rob is once again naked his second escape thwarted again. Carl and Todd have had collars put around their necks and chastity cages put on their dicks. They are being marched naked through the fields. There are hundreds of army officers and naked slaves, hung to crucifixes.
They look terrified. They are taken to the centre of a field where a naked Prince Felix is stood. Tanner is trying to get the code to the gates that lock them inside the Kingdom out of Felix but he refuses to give it. Felix seems surprised to see them.
Oh god...no... please... Rob's heart drops, his stomach churning. Seeing Prince Felix again, beaten and defiant, makes him want to scream. The sheer brutality of the scene, the sheer number of broken bodies…it's too much.
He feels numb, yet simultaneously overwhelmed. And Carl and Todd collared, caged, reduced to nothing. Like him. Again. He notices Rob and Joe, they both stare at Carl. The look of hatred in their eyes is intense. A look they usually gave Rob.
He tries to keep his head down, avoiding Tanner's gaze, fearing what might happen next. His eyes flicker towards Felix, pleading silently, willing him to stay strong. But what good will that do? The prince won't break, but Rob knows they won't hesitate to break him instead.
One of the army officer’s approaches Rob with a riding crop. "Down on your knees. You know what happens to naughty escaped slaves, right?" He sneers. Tanner shouts "Make sure he learns his lesson!”
Fear spikes through him, paralyzing him momentarily. He knows exactly what happens to "naughty" escaped slaves. He remembers every lash, every brutal punishment, every shameful degradation. His knees buckle, and he falls hard onto the dirt, trembling uncontrollably.
He's trying to prepare himself, but there's never truly any preparation for the agony that's coming. “P-please...” He whimpers, his voice cracking, his eyes squeezed shut. He braces himself, waiting for the first strike.
Pat and Joe, walk over to Carl. The men he betrayed to rescue Rob. Carl is pushed to his knees in front of them. Pat and Joe look angry. They take their dicks out of their pants and start to piss at Carls face.
The army officer behind him holds Carl’s head in place. He can’t move it to avoid it hitting him directly in the face. He closes his mouth. Eventually he can't keep his mouth closed he needs to breath, he opens his mouth and it floods with their piss.
Rob flinches, his breath hitching. Seeing Carl treated like this, humiliated beyond belief, tears at Rob's already fragile soul. He feels sick, his stomach churning violently. He wants to look away, but can't. He can't leave Carl to endure this alone.
He's horrified, tears streaming silently down his cheeks. No one deserves this. Not even Carl, who risked everything for him. His body trembles uncontrollably, the riding crop hovering above him, forgotten for the moment.
But Rob knows it won't stay forgotten forever. "No... please.” He whispers, his pleas falling flat. Tanner turns and looks at Felix. "Tell me the code to the gates and all this stops" he says to Felix
Rob desperately wants to shout out, to beg Felix not to give in, to tell him to hold strong, but he doesn't dare. He bites his lip, his jaw clenched, his entire body shaking. The danger of speaking up is too real, too immediate.
Instead, he focuses all his energy on Felix, silently imploring him to resist, even if it means enduring more torture. Because if Felix breaks, who knows what horrors will unfold? "You think I'll betray my home for you?" Felix says, his voice filled with defiance "Over my dead body.
Rob exhales sharply, a mix of awe and terror coursing through him. Felix is so brave, so stubborn... Is he going to get them all killed? But despite the danger, Rob finds himself smiling slightly, proudly, through his tears. Felix isn't broken. Not yet. He still has fight in him.
"Well, if that's your final decision." Tanner says coldly. The officer behind Rob brings the riding crop down hard on his back. A sharp cry bursts from his lips, echoing across the field. Pain radiates through his back, radiating outward, making every muscle tense.
He falls forward, catching himself with his palms, gasping for air. Tears stream down his face, but he refuses to beg. Not yet. Not while Felix still stands strong. In the brief moment before the next strike, he glances up, locking eyes with Felix.
He wants the prince to know he understands, that he's willing to endure anything, too. Another blow lands, making him gasp, doubling over. He falls silent, refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing him break. Tanner nods to one of the guards.
The king is brought out from the back of a car. He is walked naked to stand beside Rob who is dragged to his feet. Todd, Carl, Rob and Felix's father the King are stood naked together. four guards with rifles stand in front of them.
"Tell me the code or I will execute them. Let’s see how brave you are now?" Tanner says looking at the naked prince. Rob's vision blurs, his mind reeling. The king...standing next to him...also...also naked. It's surreal, disturbing, too much. His thoughts jumble together, incoherent.
He can sense the weight of Felix's gaze, even without looking. The prince must be feeling crushed. Rob wishes he could tell him it'll be okay, that somehow, somehow everything will turn out alright. But it won't. Not if Felix speaks. Not if he doesn't.
Numbly, he stares ahead, his eyes fixed on nothing, his body frozen. He doesn't dare move, doesn't dare speak, fearing it'll tip the scales. He's shaking like a leaf, his heart racing, his soul screaming. His life was not meant to end this way, naked collared.
"You have 10 seconds. I suggest you make your choice wisely." Tanner says, his tone stern. The soldiers point their guns, their fingers tightening on the triggers. Time is running out.
Time seems to slow, each second dragging painfully. Rob feels the cold barrel of the rifle pointed at him, his skin crawling with dread. He can't stop shaking. Beside him, the king, Felix's father, stands tall, but Rob can see the tremble in his hands. He's trying to stay strong, too.
Rob wants to scream, to beg Felix to save them, but his voice is trapped inside his chest. He's trapped, helpless, about to die, and it's all because of him. Because he escaped. Because they tried to help him. He chokes back a sob, his eyes wide with panic. Five seconds left? Four? Three?
“Okay, it’s time” Felix says. Robs heart sinks even though he is relieved.
Felix steps forward and past Tanner. A wide smile comes across Tanner’s face. Felix looks at the guards. "Lower your weapons and point them at Tanner" as if robots the four army officers lower their weapons and point them at Tanner.
"The mission to the water plant wasn't a failure. When these three shot the guards, it hit them with a microchip. They in turn have done it to your entire army Tanner. Your army is mine. This ends here, now" Felix says to a shocked Tanner
Rob blinks, stunned, hardly believing what’s unfolding. A glimmer of hope, real, tangible hope, ignites within him. His fear, his despair, begins to recede, replaced by a wave of stunned gratitude toward Felix. The prince...he's brilliant. He planned this all along?
He watches, transfixed, as Tanner's confidence crumbles, replaced by sheer confusion and desperation. The tables have turned, and Rob struggles to wrap his head around it. He glances at Carl, Todd, and the King, seeing the same bewilderment mirrored on their faces.
All the army officers turn their rifles, trained at Tanner. Felix walks over to him. "Doctor Tanner Sampson, you are here by placed under arrest for crimes against humanity. You have the right to remain silent, you have the right to speak. Neither of which will save you."
One of the army officer’s handcuffs Tanner’s hands behind his back. The slaves hanging from the crosses and the ones in the field start to cheer. Rob watches, mesmerized, as the tide turns. Tears of relief stream down his face, mixing with the dirt and sweat.
He feels like he's dreaming, like any second now he'll wake up back in his nightmare. But this...this is too real, too beautiful. The cheers from the other slaves make his heart swell, filling him with an unfamiliar warmth.
“Felix...you...you did it. Oh god.” He whispers, hardly daring to breathe. The reality of their salvation starts to sink in, slow and sweet. He looks around, taking in the scene, making sure it's not just some cruel trick. He is free, truly free now more games. Then he looks to Pat and Joe and he smiles.
Max
Owen and Hayden approach the front of the compound. Owens army is behind him some of them military, others slaves forced to follow Owens commands. Max and Jordan stand watching their approach, their army of freed slaves standing strong, proudly behind them.
"Get on your knees now and submit, save the bloodshed of a battle" Owen says to Max as they stand in front of the compound. "None of us will ever submit to you again, today it all ends, all the torment you and your friend Hayden have doled out" Max says sternly.
Max stands tall, his eyes locked on Owen, burning with determination. He doesn’t back down, his jaw set firm. Beside him, Jordan shifts slightly, but Max doesn’t flinch.
“You’re outnumbered, Max. You’re no match for us. You can’t win. It’s time to surrender,” Owen sneers, clearly enjoying himself.
"More than just numbers are important, you and your people have degraded, humiliated my men for years, they will fight like there is no tomorrow, what we lack in numbers, we make up for, in sheer, fucking, determination" Max responds. Owen laughs mockingly, shaking his head.
"Determination? You call that determination? I call it desperation." He glances over at Hayden who gives him a wicked grin. "You've got fire, I'll give you that...but fire isn't enough. My men are trained, disciplined. Your rebellions already lost. Just make it easier on everyone and submit."
Behind Owen, the ranks of his army shift impatiently, stun guns at the ready. The former slaves and free men behind Max raise their weapons in response. "In the words of the great Rocky Balboa, ain’t nothing over till it’s over" Max says smiling.
Owen raises his eyebrows, unimpressed. "Cute. You think you're going to intimidate me with that little display? You're nothing but rabid dogs, all bark and no bite." Hayden chuckles, clearly entertained by the exchange. "They're so cute when they're defiant. It's adorable, really."
Owen smirks. "You're right. This is almost... endearing. Almost makes me regret having to crush you all." Max smiles again. "Then maybe you should reconsider?" Max dares, stepping forward towards Owen. "We fight for more than ourselves, for every soul who suffered at your hands.”
Owen's expression darkens slightly, though he still wears a confident smile. "Courageous words, Max, but empty." He takes a step forward to meet Max, his voice dropping to a growl. "I don't make deals with slaves and traitors. You should've stayed in your chains."
Behind him, the oppressors' army begins to murmur, sensing their leader's growing impatience. Stun guns are raised, fingers twitching over triggers. Max looks behind Owen at the naked slaves not yet freed, the slaves who are only fighting because of the microchips in their bodies, forcing them to do as they are told, and fear, also fear.
"You couldn't help your self could you, making us fight other slaves, bet that makes you happy, you sadistic fuck" Max says. Owen's smirk falters, replaced by a flicker of annoyance. He glances at the forced-soldiers, a mixture of anger and disgust crossing his face before it's quickly masked.
"Oh, don't be so dramatic," he snaps, his words harsh. "They're still property. And if they die, well... it's a small price to pay for maintaining order." Owen says brashly.
Max turns to one of his officers and nods, he then nods at Jordan, both Max and Jordan move forward, Max swings hitting Owen on the chin knocking him to the ground, Jordan tackles Hayden. The freed slaves scream now and start running towards Owens army firing their stun guns, catching the army off guard.
Owen crashes to the ground, clutching his jaw. Hayden stumbles back, stunned, as Jordan pins him down. Pandemonium erupts. The freed slaves surge forward, taking advantage of the brief shock on Owen's army. Stun guns crackle, filling the air with electricity.
The oppressors stumble, unprepared for the sudden ferocity. "Get them!" someone in Owen's army yells. But Max's rebels keep pushing, fuelled by their determination and rage. The sound of shouting, screams, and stun blasts fills the air. It's chaos, and for a moment, Max's audacity pays off.
Max and Jordan retreat slightly taking out two of Owens army each, they crouch behind a truck as shots are fired at them, Max looks at the former slaves, firing and dodging bullets, some have gotten hit but they are fighting valiantly.
Max catches his breath behind the truck, watching his friends and comrades fight valiantly despite being overwhelmed by numbers. Some of them cry out in pain, crumpling to the ground, but others take their place, refusing to yield.
Jordan reloads his weapon, gritting his teeth. "We're doing better than I thought we would. But...we can't hold out forever." He glances at Max, his eyes grave. "What's the plan now?" More stun gun fire rains down on their position.
Max stands up again, picking up a fallen stun gun from the ground and aims it at a cluster of approaching soldiers, he fires rapidly, taking down three of them before ducking down once more. The sudden burst of stun gun fire catches the approaching soldiers off guard, sending them crumbling to the ground.
Max's quick reflexes save him from being hit, but the response from Owen's army is immediate, a hail of stun blasts rains down on the truck, shaking it violently. Jordan winces, his eyes darting between the truck's metal walls and Max's exposed position.
"Max, what are you doing? Stay down!" Jordan hisses, horrified. The noise around them is deafening. "I can't hide forever Jordan," Max calls back, and jumps from cover to engage an officer hand to hand, while the rest of his group exploits the chaos to keep pressuring the army.
Jordan watches, frozen, as Max leaps into the fray. His heart pounds in his chest, worried sick about his fiancé. He knows Max is skilled, but the odds are still stacked against them.
The officer, caught off guard by Max's boldness, stumbles backward, struggling to regain control. The two exchange blows, the sound of flesh hitting flesh punctuating the cacophony of the battle. Max's fists fly fast, driven by his fury, his conviction. For a moment, he seems unstoppable.
Meanwhile, the rest of the rebels seize the opportunity, continuing their barrage of stun attacks, exploiting the temporary disarray in Owen's army. But despite the temporary advantage, they both know it won't last long. Reinforcements will arrive soon.
Owen and Hayden now back on their feet notice Max scurrying behind the truck once more, Owen look to the naked slaves standing holding stun guns, "Slaves attack" he says to them, having the rebellion squashed by slaves himself is his was of adding insult to injury.
At Owen's command, the slaves under his control still forced to fight despite their own desires begin marching mechanically toward Max's position. Their faces are blank, devoid of emotion. They're mere puppets, devoid of autonomy.
Hayden's grin returns, cruel and vicious. "This is perfect. Your precious rebels are about to get torn apart by their own kind." Owen smirks, satisfied with himself. "It's beautiful, isn't it? The irony is just delicious."
Max spots the slaves coming at him and yells to his group, "Don't let them get to you, we fight for freedom! We do not fight each other.”
Max's cry rings out across the battlefield, desperate and urgent. The rebels pause, hesitating, torn between their loyalty to each other and the advancing slaves. Some of them lower their stun guns, unsure of what to do. Others look to Max, searching for guidance.
The slaves keep advancing, their movements stiff, their eyes vacant. The contrast between them and Max's rebels is stark the freedom fighters, full of life and passion, versus the robotic, brainwashed soldiers marching towards them.
Jordan's face twists in anguish. "Max... what do we do? We can't fight them. They're—" He trails off, unable to finish the sentence.
"Thank Dr Phillips for this" Max stands up from behind the truck he throws a small grenade at the feet of the lead slave, it explodes with a bright blue light, the slaves stop. Max walks in front of them. The slaves look around at each other, a spark in their eyes.
"Your chips have been disabled, but only temporarily, fight with us, turn on your masters and when this battle is over, we all be free" Max pleads to the frightened slaves.
Max steps forward, his voice steady and sincere, echoing among the sudden silence. The rebels watch intently, holding their breaths. Even Owen's army seems to be waiting, unsure of what's unfolding.
One of the slave’s blinks rapidly, her eyes darting around, searching. Another one takes a step back, seemingly disoriented. It's clear they're regaining control, however briefly. Owen's face turns beet-red with rage, his fists clenched at his sides. "You...you can't...!" he splutters.
Hayden grabs Owen's arm, whispering urgently. "Sir, we need to" but Owen pushes him away.
The slaves turn around, their naked bodies covered in sweat, the former slaves of Max's army join them, the new group charges forward against Owens army they are still outnumbered massively but they all feel they have a chance now.
With the tide suddenly shifting, the sea of slaves-turned-allies surges forward, their determination palpable. Max's rebels blend in seamlessly, their combined forces charging towards Owen's army. The air is electric with hope, fear, and adrenaline.
Owen's army falters, taken aback by the unexpected reversal. Their commander's face contorts with disbelief, fury, and panic. He hadn't anticipated this. The oppressors exchange nervous glances, their resolve wavering.
Hayden's eyes widen, his grip on Owen's arm tightening. "We need to retreat and reassess, sir. This isn't" But Owen refuses to listen. He grits his teeth, refusing to yield. "Form ranks! Fire at will!" he bellows, his voice cracking.
Stun guns are fired in all directions, the slaves seem to be winning but the army rich in numbers is not crumbling if anything they are starting to win, more and more former slaves are being hit with volleys of stun shots.
The battle rages on, with neither side giving up. The slaves' initial momentum begins to slow as Owen's army, despite its shock, starts to regroup. The sheer number of stun guns fired creates a wall of electricity, sending many former slaves crashing to the ground.
Some twitch uncontrollably, paralyzed by the intense blasts. Others manage to stay standing, but their movements become sluggish, their bodies weakening.
Max watches in horror as his friends fall, one by one. His heart aches, his grip on his stun gun tightening until his knuckles turn white. He knows they're running out of time. Reinforcements will arrive soon, and then...
Jordan shouts next to him, his words barely audible over the chaos. "Max, we can't keep this up! We're getting slaughtered!"
Owen looks worried, this is not how he expected things to go, he thought it would be easier, then he notices from behind him, the reinforcements arriving, the rest of his army, the trucks stop just behind him, Owen starts to laugh.
"Slaves it’s over, you could barely win anyway, now you are outnumbered 10 to 1" he turns as the lead car is opened, out steps Prince Felix and Rob, this isn't Owens reinforcements, this isn’t his father he stands there frozen unable to move.
Felix smiles, raises his hand and screams freedom. Max looks up shocked to see Felix, it’s over. Felix fires his stun gun hitting Owen and then Hayden, they charge Owens army as the slaves from the other side surge forward.
Time seems to slow. Max's jaw drops, his eyes locked on Felix, the prince, standing tall amidst the chaos. For Max it’s like time is standing still. He watches as Brandon and Kyle stride forward, followed by the rest of the slaves from the Civic Experiment.
Owen's laughter dies on his lips, replaced by a stunned silence. He stammers, his eyes darting wildly between Felix, Rob, and the approaching forces. His entire plan, his entire world, is crumbling. He's been betrayed.
Felix's cry of "Freedom!" echoes across the battlefield, a beacon of hope. The slaves, sensing victory, surge forward with renewed vigour. The reinforcements clearly not Owen's pour forth, surrounding the remaining army.
Owen's army hesitates, unsure who to follow now. Their commander is stunned, felled by Felix's stun gun. The tide turns, sweeping away the last shreds of resistance.
Hayden crumples beside Owen, unconscious. The two men who had orchestrated the oppression lie helpless, surrounded by the very people they sought to enslave.
Owens army on seeing Hayden and Owen hit by the stun gun, lower their weapons and fall to their knees, the former slaves and slaves look at each other and start to hug, some kiss the rebellion is over they have won, few of them expected it, the only person who was sure was Max.
But even he started to have doubts, he looks at Felix and nods they both share a smile as they look around at Masters on their knees.
The scene before him is one of pure, unadulterated triumph. The weight of the war, the weight of the struggle, lifts off Max's shoulders. He exhales sharply, feeling a mix of relief, joy, and exhaustion. The hugs, the tears, the laughter it's all so...right.
Felix's smile is radiant, a beacon of redemption. He steps forward, his eyes sparkling with tears, and embraces Max. For a moment, they stand there, surrounded by the defeated, basking in the sweetness of victory.
Jordan approaches, grinning ear-to-ear, and claps Max on the back. "We did it, man. We actually did it." Max nods, still scanning the crowds, ensuring every single one of his friends is safe. His gaze lands on the masters, kneeling, defeated. A sense of justice settles deep within him.
Felix raises his arm again, addressing the crowd. "Today, we reclaim our humanity. Today, we rise." The crowd erupts into cheers, and Max feels himself swept up in the celebration. The rebellion might've started as a desperate cry, but it ends as a triumphant roar.
