Dark, everything was dark around her, so much that she couldn't see anything around her, she was almost totally blind, the only ray of sun she could saway going though little cracks in the wood. Still, too dark to see clearly. She could feel instead, feel the dangerous bolts she could hurt herself with from her hands, feel the hay she could use as a bed for the time being. She could also feel some very little wind, making sure she wasn't suffocating in that damn box, but she couldn't see where it was coming from. She was feeling some shakes, which was making her thinking her box was on a car, or at least on the road. It was the same shakes then from that time, where Keith take her for a ride outside, without father and mother knowing.
She couldn't tell how long she has been here, not having a watch or anything to give her a clue. It was very early when Keith made her climb into the box, the sun wasn't even up even though they were in mai. Her big brother, she wondered why he did this. He said that everything would get better "after", but after what ? For now, it wasn't better, it was even worst, she just leaved her closed bedroom for a smaller box; she was still blocked inside, trapped and hugging her knees, hoping it'll be over soon. The sound of the engine was calming somehow, but remembering who was in it with her wasn't calming at all. A friend of her brother apparently, but she didn't knew him, never ever heard his name before, didn't even registered it when Keith pronounced it. I didn't mattered to her who was taking her away from that so called house, from her prison. She would have thought that Keith was going with them, but absolutely not, she saw him getting back inside the house just before his friend closed the last wall of her box with a bolt pistol kind of thing. She was feeling tired, almost falling asleep every time she was letting her eyes close for too long, but she was fighting it. She knew it was because of the lack of air, the little wind wasn't enough for her to breathe normally. She was about to fall this time when a big shakes suddenly wake her up totally. She heard some kind of metal thing breaking, was the cable holding her box on the car broken ?? She tried to understand what was going on, but only some gunshots get to her ears, before she get thrown away into her box, her head hitting the wood near one of the dangerous and sharp bolt. She heard something explode far away, or was it that far ? Her head was spinning and she was feeling as made of jelly. She still get to put herself in a sitting position and booking herself into one of the corners of the box. The spinning increased, she had troubles breathing now, what even was going on ? She tried to calm herself, concentrating on the outside sounds : someone screaming what seems like orders with a deep voice, and footsteps getting closer and closer of this damn box she was bloqued in.

Jacob's POV

A regular civilian at first sight, no one would have noticed him if we hadn't heard those radio calls where they where talking about getting something really important out of my area. Joseph insist that I command the little operation for taking that thing out of their hands, and personally if it wasn't Jospeh's order I would have thrown it away to some ofriends his so devoted faithfully. But my brother's orders weren't the one you could dismiss. The man in the driver seat must be dead, better for him, after all the car just crashed against a tree not that far before literally exploding. In front of us, the precious package : a damn box made out of wood, like the ones they make for moving animals. That was it their super important thing ? Some kind of animal like our Judges ? No, if it was those we took with us would be out of their minds. Instead they're trying to open the box, bitting and trying to rip off some parts of the wood, as if they wanted to free whatever was inside of it. Strange, really, never have I saw them be like this.
_Open that.
My order was executed immediately by some of my men,and soon one of the wooden wall of the box fall on the concrete of the road. At first, I though we got tricked into some trap, as the box was looking empty, but then I saw it, I saw her. Short, the littlest thing I ever seen, crawling as much as she could into the corner of her box as if she was scared, and still not shaking at all. She seemed to try to catch her breath Her big blue eyes were dazing at us, almost hiden behind her messy dark brown hair. My men began to growl, wondering if it was some kind of bad joke from the resistance members. I personally was staring at her, if it really was a girl, difficult to say because of her young age, but her face looked a bit feminine to me. She was so little, so fragile looking, and still, her look make me think she was strong, so much stronger than she might look, the way she was unafraid of seeing grow up men with weapons surrounding her didn't seemed to startled her the slightest. A normal kid would be crying out of fear and asking us where they were or something. But she was silent.
Before I gave any order, the most reckless of my men grab her by the arm and take her out of her box furiously, so strongly that if he had let her go she would have crash on the road. And before I get to say anything to him for what he just did, the girl had just use the fact that he was still holding her arm, to lift her weight up, giving him a kick in the face. The man fell on the ground, the kick must have been pretty hard, specially for a child. Said kid was still breathless, standing on the concrete, just looking with whide eyes at the man she just had somehow get out of consciousness by making him hit his head so hard. Way too hard actually. Seems I've been distracted by how strongly she pushed him, because I just now noticed why she seemed so horrified : this man had his head cracked open on the only damn bolt posing out of the damn wood we thrown to open the box.
In only some seconds, one of my best men, a trained soldier, was lying on the ground, in a puddle of his own blood, a little girl, no more than seven fucking years old, looking down at him. I had to admit I was impressed by her capacities, but she seems terrified from what she just did. No doubt about it, no way I'm heading her to Joseph. She'll be way better with me. Just thinking at how strong I could make this kid grown was blissful. And with her, so many possibilities to break the resistance, especially those damn whitetails, none of them would leave a kid on the side of the road or alone in the woods. That was going to be fun