[ WP ] You have the spirit of George Washington in you and you 're itching for a revolution . You 're also a teenager working at a grocery store

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 `` VIVE LE REVOLUTION'' 
 
 It's a lot less heroic than you think. There were six of us. Myself, the leader if we're being dramatic, I organized it, I made most of the plans and I convinced the rest to join. 
 
 Jack was very into the revolutionary ideal, did n't take much convincing for her to sign up. Fight for the oppressed poorfolk, seems like a great idea at the time. 
 
 Thomson was the most intelligent among us, which says very little, considering how stupid our plan was. He could n't fight or shoot, but he made sure our plans were n't moronic. He really did n't have any other friends than us, no real family to speak of, probably why he chose to fight with us in retrospect. 
 
 Then we had Allison, unassuming and homeless, and looking back, had probably killed someone before. Just a hunch. Also, not a person to gamble with, unless you were n't attached to your money. I think she just wanted to fight something. Or maybe she was serious about it, you could never tell with her. 
 
 I could never define Hansen. He was shifty. I do n't even think Hansen was his name. What I did know was that his parents actually had money, which was useful. They ran a store in town. Do n't think they cared much for their kid. 
 
 Gill was a quebecois who moved to the neighborhood a few years back, shuffled between foster homes and shit. I suppose he wanted a home he could call his own, or maybe he was just done with life. I do n't know what any of us wanted 
 
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 The plan was we called the police to the boathouse after hours, use homemade flamethrowers to.... 
 
 Take their weapons and other useful gear, steal a boat and hideout in the woods for a few days while we figured out our next move. Hansen was going to stay in town and smuggle us food. 
 
 This was the first step of our glorious revolution. Murder some police and steal their shit. We did n't realize it at the time, but we were the villains. 
 
 And our loss was inevitable. 
 
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 The call went out, and Hansen said goodbye. If everything went well, he'd come and leave supplies out in the forest at a few predetermined locations. Nothing went well, and I do n't know what happened to Hansen. 
 
 We waited about 35 minutes. Our town was remote, the nearest police station was miles away. A small S.W.A.T team went in to the boathouse. The door went down, the first man entered the building. And the flamethrower went off. 
 
 I will never forget the screaming. 
 
 Al did n't stop the flamethrower, and ran out of fuel soon after. She pulled the corpse to the side, while more police ran in, and Jack started her flamethrower up. 
 
 Al tossed me a pistol, while she checked the policeman's shotgun for ammo. I heard something I think might have been a gunshot. I turned back to the door. There were three corpses in the doorway. Two cops and Jack. 
 
 I do n't know what killed her, but Gil got a better look and said her flamethrower blew up in her face. There was only one cop left, and Al managed to kill her pretty quickly. I think. I did n't see. I was looking at my friends face. It was still. 
 
 And I knew I'd killed her. Not technically, but this was my idea. This was my fault. 
 
 I almost threw myself out the door with hands up, but the police were all dead. My `` Plan'' had taken 5 lives, for what. 
 
 Thomson and Al pulled me into the boat. Gil was n't moving either. I think he was going through the same thing I was. I never did get a chance to ask. Once Al had got Gil into the boat, Thomson kicked the boat into gear. 
 
 We got about a mile out into the lake before Gil spoke up `` What have we done Wash?''. I sunk back into my seat. I did n't know. Technically we won. We got the guns, we got their gear. Most of us lived. But it was a hollow victory. 
 
 Nothing I could think of could justify what we had done. I think Gil felt the same. He got out of his seat, and jumped off the boat. We lost him in the dark water of the lake. We would have turned back to check, but saw police lights in the night. We could n't stop now. 
 
 We hid the boat, took shelter in a cave. I do n't remember what else happened that night. We did n't get caught. 
 We probably did n't get caught because we were off the grid. We could n't see any landmarks, could n't see the town. 
 
 We woke up and things somehow got worse than they already were. Snowstorm. Boat disabled, likely permanently. When I woke up, Al and Thomson were sitting in the cave, silently. 
 I do n't know what happens now. It just wo n't be good. 
 
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 Wash, Thomson and Allison were later declared dead by police, and two bodies were recovered, but not identified. 
 
 Hansen went missing shortly afterwards, with no known reason. 
 
 The case was given extensive media coverage for several weeks, but interest waned, and the case was never closed. 
 
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