Music of War: Prologue: Never Surrender

This is the opening for my novel I've been working on. If you could give me some advice on what to do and help me correct spelling and grammer that would be nice. Also, please do not mind some spelling mistakes in dialouge, some character's have different ways of speaking. I own the story, plot and characters, but not the songs used.

Prologue: Never Surrender

“Damn, tha’ last group of soldiers almost had us.” The brunette leaned against the wooden pews that lined the church, gold colored eyes glancing up at the altar and traveled up to the stained glass windows that streamed in colored light from the moon.

“Well, their technology has gotten better with all of the tracking equipment and gear.” The amber-eyed male scrunched up his face as his nose picked up on the scent of cigarette smoke from the stick the other was taking a drag on.

“I’m surprised they haven’t found us from th’ smell of those things.” He said, waving his hand to dissipate the tendrils of white smoke; his studded leather bracelets glimmering in the dim amount of light the church offered.

“Oh please, as if these things are going to kill me like a human.” The others grinned as he tipped up the brim of his blue and white baseball cap.

Golden eyes rolled; as he looked around the church he noticed something odd. The organ was gone.

“Looks like we aren’t th’ only ones who’ve passed through here.”

“If there was only one Maestro running around, do you think the government would be hunting us down like dogs right now?” He spat out the nub of his cigarette and rubbed it out with the ball of his worn out sneaker before pulling out another stick and lighting it with a white lighter.

As he did this he walked over to where another group was lighting candles and saying their prayers for a safe journey. He lit one with the small flame on his lighter and said nothing else as he walked away.

The brunette sighed and closed his eyes, fixing the hem of his shirt where the spiked belt did not cover. A noise alerted him, his eyes snapped open as he scrambled to his feet.

“Bass, they found us!” A few of the others began to make a dash for the door, but Bass stood in their way.

“Nobody move! Blow out the candles!” It was done quickly, the only light giving them any sight of where they were was the light filtering through the dusty windows. “Hide and wait for the signal! Guitar, stay with me!” He addressed the rest of the group with a softened voice. “Everyone, remember where we’re going next? Instead, we’ll cut east and follow the stream until we reach the trail again!”

The golden-eyed man did as he was asked and ran over, crouching in the shadows next to the door as he peaked out the only clear windows in the church. Everyone else hid in the dark shadows, many different colors of eyes glittered in the multi-colored light.

Silence hung over the church, the tension was as tense as the taught strings of a violin. Guitar’s eyes narrowed as he could hear the sound of cars driving over gravel in the distance, and they were swiftly getting closer. It wasn’t long until he could make out the sirens of police cars as they pulled up to the run-down church.

He ducked down as soldiers began to file out of the cars with their guns. Even though neither of the boys could see them, they could hear where they were.

“Are you sure they’re in there?” Both of them picked up on the soldier’s voice. Guitar’s shoulders tensed as he glared through the wall.

“Easy Guitar, you can bash a few on our way out.” But that didn’t stop Guitar from bristling. But both of them felt their stomachs turn to ice when they heard a childish laughing from outside.

“Yup, the toys are in there; can I play with them, please~? I promise I won’t ki-ki-ki-ki-… Kill them!”

Bass scowled, lifting his hand as a white light glowed off of his hands. The laughing from outside turned into a malicious chuckle as the voice became more animalistic and malevolent in tone.

“They’re in theeerrrreee… I want to plaaaayyy~!” The brunette gulped at the noise, his eyes wide in terror. He knew very well that thing would like nothing more than to shoot him and rip his arms off. Guitar shuddered at the image as he shook his head to clear the image from his mind.

Through the walls they could hear the clicking of the gun safety, and the sound of people keeling on the ground. The sound of a microphone cut through the quiet noise.

“Attention Musicans, we have you surrounded. Surrender peacefully and you will receive mercy.” Bass smirked and gave a wink to Guitar, who gave a thumbs-up, and swung the wooden doors of the church open.

They were faced with at least three dozen soldiers, all of them with their rifles drawn instantly to Bass, who smiled happily and held up one hand as he waved, his own bass guitar was clenched behind his back.

“As nice as that sounds, I don’t think I can surrender.” He flicked the rim of his hat up quickly as he swung around his instrument, his smile turning into a wide smirk. “But I can play Surrender!”

“Open fi-!” The officer couldn’t even finish his sentence before Bass slammed down the guitar pick over the strings.

The humans instantly wailed in pain as their guns clattered to the ground and tried to block the ear-splitting noise from their ears. The Musicans were not affected by this. “Everyone, run!” Bass yelled above the noise. It was all he needed to say in order for the others to surge forward like a wave as they sped past the suffering humans and into the sanctuary of the woods. Guitar couldn’t help but smirk as he knocked a soldier to the ground as he sprinted away; they weren’t going to be able to hear for a long time.

He took a chance to look back at the damage they had caused, but instead felt himself freeze in terror.

Atop the church stood a shadowy figure that leaned against the cross on the rooftop. Glowing green eyes were fixed on him, a white toothy grin gleaming in the moonlight and sending a shudder through Guitar’s body.

“Help, please, help!” He was snapped from looking at the figure by a female voice screaming above the chaos. His amber gaze locked on a young girl who was limping towards him, blood running down her leg from a shot that had grazed her. Guitar wasted no time, gritting his teeth as he ran towards her.

Another soldier had recovered and began to load another clip, his eyes locking onto Guitar. The Musican lashed one arm out to the side, hand glowing as the neck of his instrument formed and his fingers curled around the instrument.

But another human had apparently regained consciousness and shot at Guitar. The brunette yelled in pain as the shot grazed his shoulder. He instantly threw the electric guitar like a boomerang; it made contact with his head and knocked the human out cold. The instrument seemed to dissolve into the air and reappeared in Guitar’s grasp.

He leaped into the air as the soldier fumbled with the gun in his grasp, aiming straight at the Musican coming at him.

A gun-shot split the air, melding with a loud crack. The soldier crumbled to the ground as Guitar panted, gripping his leg where the shot had lodged itself in his calf.

“I’m so sorry! If I hadn’t slipped you wouldn’t have gotten hurt!” She rambled as she lended a shoulder to him and they limped quickly into the trees.

“Its fine, I’ve gotten worse on runs like these.” Guitar laughed, flinching slightly as his wounds throbbed in pain.

The others stood in a small clearing, Bass looking back at them. He waved his hand as a signal for the others to move forward, he stayed with Guitar at the back of the group to make sure that neither of them fell behind.

“Close call, guys. If Remix had gotten to either of you there would be no way you would’ve gotten away.”

Guitar flinched as the gray haired girl gave a small nod, shifting Guitar’s weight onto Bass’s shoulder so he could walk faster.

“Yeah, no kiddin’. Still don’t know why Remix likes goin’ after me ‘n particular though.’” He glanced over to the girl, who looked down at the ground. “Ya’ really should consider getting’ some new shoes instead of those flats, Flute.”

She briefly nodded, not raising her blue-eyed gaze to him. “You should get fixed up; you cannot go on with wounds like that.” She murmured quietly. But Guitar shook his head in protest, not even bothering to look at Bass’s disapproving gaze.

“Guitar, you’re no use to us dead.” He said, glaring at the Musican that leaned on him. But the injured male still shook his head in refusal.

“No, we need ta’ get as far away from here as possible.” He said quietly, though he flinched in agony at the sting and warm gush of blood that trailed down his arm and leg. Bass stared at him for a moment longer before giving up.

“Fine, but once we get to the next safe point; you are getting something on that. Last thing we need is for those to get infected.” Bass said, even as Guitar glared at him and opened his mouth to protest. “It may not kill you, but if we caught in another battle, you’ll be in no condition to fight.”

“So, where’s this safe point? We didn’t go this way last time.” Guitar asked, looking up at Bass.

“Apparently a Maestro wants us to take a couple of Musicans off his hands, apparently the ‘Man’ has been getting suspicious and he doesn’t want them to get taken to some lab.” Bass said as they slowly caught up with the group as their pace slowed and the adrenaline from fleeing had faded away.

“Great, another two ta’ add ta’ th’ herd.” Guitar muttered under his breath, looking straight ahead. “So, wha’ kind are they?”

“Not sure, all I know is that he wants us to take them to somewhere safe.” Bass smiled as a thoughtful look crossed Guitar’s face. “Too bad we probably won’t be able to travel through his home again.”

That got Guitar’s attention as his head suddenly lurched up to look at Bass. “Huh? Why? ‘f it’s th’ home of a Maestro then 't’s th’ safest place ta’ go!”

“But he’s getting old; no doubt some greedy human who wouldn’t hesitate at turning our kind in for the bounty would buy his house.”

“Bastards.” Guitar hissed under his breath, but the strain of his temporary anger made his wounds sting in retaliation and he grabbed at his shoulder with his free arm. Flute looked up at him with concern as she pushed a lock of curled hair out of her face.

“Are you sure you will be alright Guitar?” She asked, Guitar would have said no if he didn’t notice the trail of blood that came from the gash in her own leg. He shook his head from side to side, his three golden earrings in each ear gleamed in the silver light of the moon as he shook his head.

“I’ll be fine, ya’ just worry ‘bout yourself.”

She did not look convinced, but she knew she would get no-where with him and simply walked ahead. Despite her own injuries she sported, she was still in a better condition than Guitar. Bass smiled at the strength in her stride and looked down at Guitar, who was concentrating on keeping one foot in front of the other.

“Thanks for saving her; she really does appreciate it you know.”

“She better.” Guitar hissed, as another shock of pain raced up from his leg. “’Cause this hurts like a bitch.” The moment he released his bleeding shoulder it stung; Guitar hissed at the pain and instantly placed his hand back over it as he seethed in irritation. Bass laughed again, Guitar growling angrily as Bass ruffled his hair again. He couldn’t even hit him seeing as one arm was slung over Bass’s shoulder to keep him from falling, the other clenched his arm as the blood seeped through the yellow fabric of his torn sleeve.

Guitar looked back up at the moon, his eyes narrowing in thought once again as his mind traveled back to the new Musicans that they would be guiding. How would they get along with the rest of the group? Would they survive in a fight against the humans trying to round up their kind? Would they even survive for a month?

He scowled and shook his head; he couldn’t be thinking these thoughts at a time like this. All he could do was try to protect them with all of his strength. A hollow look clouded over his golden eyes as unwanted memories came back to him. Sometimes, even his hardest wasn’t enough.