"But sir, my sister; she'll starve to death."
The man shook out a newspaper, obviously uninterested in the girl's story. "Eh," he grunted, "An' 'oo cares?"
Elizabeth's eyes filled with fire. Her lips became a straight, grim line. Anger welled up and overflowed as she burst out, "I DO! I SHOULD THINK I SHOULD CARE IF MY OWN SISTER WERE STARVING!"
The man set down his newspaper. His face had a bit of sympathetic kindness that it hadn't before. "Look 'ere, kid," he said. Elizabeth was eighteen, and didn't like being called a kid, but she thought it best not to mention it.
"I can't give you more than one. It says right 'ere. 'All citizens sixteen years of age and older to be allowed to purchase one parcen a day. Parents of children allowed to purchase one extra parcen for every two children.' That doesn't count sisters, and even if it did, you've only got one, not two." He held up first one, then another scarred and dirtied finger.
Elizabeth opened her mouth to protest. The man shrugged. "Sorry, government's orders."
Government's orders. Oh, how she had come to hate those words. They all had. As she walked away, she muttered, "government's orders, indeed."
"Excuse me."
Startled, Elizabeth turned. She was surprised that she had not heard anyone approaching. Whoever it was must have been just as stealthy as she was.
"Yes?"
The man was not well-dressed, nor well-fed, so she supposed he was not a government authority. He glanced around cautiously, then whispered, "follow me."

~The next part is missing but then we have this part~

Elizabeth looked around at her surrounding as the van slowed to a stop.
"What is this place?" She wondered aloud. The others looked at her. The youngest, who seemed to be spokesman, said, "The Resistance. At least, a very small part of it."
"The Resistance?" Elizabeth echoed. Now they stared at her. Their eyes filled with shock and amazement. "You mean to say you don't know what the Resistance is?!" The young man asked in astonishment. Personally, Elizabeth didn't care. She didn't care about much; all that mattered was staying alive, and sometimes she even questioned the worth of that. But she simply said, "No, I don't. Why was I brought here? What are you going to do with me?" Her voice rose higher. The spokesman attempted to calm her. "Slow down," he said. "One question at a time. As to the first, very simple. Anthony here saw your predicament and knew you were a good choice, a fact which has only grown stronger roots. That's why you were brought here. As to what 'here' is, well, you hate the government, do you not?"
Elizabeth's eyes filled with anger at the word.
"I see that you do. Well, these days, many of us do. They are strong, but the grief they inflict upon us only makes us more eager to overthrow them, and even makes us stronger. For nearly every human being they capture or kill, there is at least one citizen who wants revenge. Of we could just join forces..."
Elizabeth nodded. "I see." She said dully. "And what is to happen to me? My sister; she cannot live without me. The longer I am kept, the more likely her death becomes."
Now one of the older men spoke, the one who had not bound the government official, but the other. [I think the missing part was a bit of a fight scene] "Martin will escort you home." He nodded toward the younger man."
"

Certainly."
They were now indoors, and it was quite warm. Still, Martin kept his jacket on. "Are you very cold?" Elizabeth asked him. He said nothing but rolled up his right sleeve in response. His arm was burdened with scars. It was as if something, or rather, somethings, had been yanked out of it. Elizabeth stared in horror. "What did they do to you?" She asked.
"I was supposed to be a government experiment. In an attack by the Resistance, I was rescued before they were half-finished with me. Luckily, they had hardly started the brainwashing, and I remember most things. They seemed to have started from the beginning of my memory, for I don't remember anything before my sixth birthday. Anyhow, I was going to be a cyborg, and they had begun on my arm. When my rescuers showed up there was only enough time to rip the wires from my arm, and I was carried out unconscious.
"But, enough with the stories, you need to get back to your sister?"
Elizabeth nodded.

~so yeeeaaaah that's that....I think Elizabeth and Martin were supposed to fall in love or something but I really don't remember hardly anything. This is was from a good long while ago, probably 3-4 years ago~