Song Fic: Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace

Sitting around a long-dead fire, three dirty persons looked into the blackness. The ashes were a lighter black in the dead of night, the sliver of moon barely throwing any light in the clearing. They were the last remnants of the rebellion. Three people, that's all. No one else.

No distinct features of any of their faces could be seen in the dark and no one moved to rekindle the fire. One man shifted his weight, and placed his rusted cup on the ground. He stood, the white of his skin glowing through holes in his ragged shirt. He looked up, and the other two looked up at him. “Don't put your life in someone's hands, they're bound to steal it away. Don't hide your mistakes, 'cause they'll find you, burn you.”

Then he said, “If you want to get out alive, run for your life.”

We sat for a few minutes, immeasurable time, in silence that was deafening. To his left, she stood up as well, and pulled her hood over her once beautiful face. Before the hood covers her face, I catch a glimpse of the long scar that runs from her scalp to her collarbone, across her cheek. She looked at me, her eyes the only light under the hood, sad yet still a glint of pride in them. “It's hard to imagine, but one day you'll end up like me.”

Then she said, “If you want to get out alive, run for your life.”

I stare at them silently. They watch me without expression. I slowly shake my head, and they turn around.

“No time for goodbye,” he said, as he faded away.

“This is my last time,” she said, as she faded away.

I sit there alone, staring at the ashes. I speak softly, to the night. “If I stay, it won't be long 'till I'm burning on the inside; if I go, I can only hope that I make it to the other side.”

I stand up and head in the opposite direction. I will fight until my last breath, though I know it won't be long until then.

As I walk, I whisper, “If you want to get out alive, run for your life.”

Disclaimer: This Songfic contains lyrics from the song "Get Out Alive" by Three Days Grace. I claim no credit for those words. No rebels were harmed in the making of this rather short songfic.