A boy woke up in tears for the umpteenth time that evening. Just hours ago he was with his parents at home. Then the home invasion happened. Within the matter of minutes those he cared so much about were murdered right in front of his face; both screaming "Run!" Or "Get out of here Ani!" Followed by a small whimper of "I love you." The voices rang inside the boy's head as e woke up one more. There were others awake in the room with him. All were way older, vicious as a wolf win scars all over their faces. One in the corner looked at the boy in pity. The poor child didn't know where he was, or how.
"Stop crying." The man muttered, his face harsh but his voice soft. "You must stay strong; this is not a place for those who break."
Another man started to chuckle to himself.
"That boy is going to be torn apart. Only men survive in this damned City." The first man hissed.
"Give him hope. We do not know of what happened to him." The first man said.
"Hope, so he can die thinking it was going to be okay?" The second mused. "Perhaps he'll die along with the other kid here... Silence. It's our turn to leave now." With that, both men left the dark solemn room leaving the boy alone with another person although younger. The boy didn't even look up, not to see if the other person was awake or asleep. He just kept crying silently to himself as his head hung low.
(Sorry if this post is weird and doesn't make sense)
A boy woke up in tears for the umpteenth time that evening. Just hours ago he was with his parents at home. Then the home invasion happened. Within the matter of minutes those he cared so much about were murdered right in front of his face; both screaming "Run!" Or "Get out of here Ani!" Followed by a small whimper of "I love you." The voices rang inside the boy's head as e woke up one more. There were others awake in the room with him. All were way older, vicious as a wolf win scars all over their faces. One in the corner looked at the boy in pity. The poor child didn't know where he was, or how.
"Stop crying." The man muttered, his face harsh but his voice soft. "You must stay strong; this is not a place for those who break."
Another man started to chuckle to himself.
"That boy is going to be torn apart. Only men survive in this damned City." The first man hissed.
"Give him hope. We do not know of what happened to him." The first man said.
"Hope, so he can die thinking it was going to be okay?" The second mused. "Perhaps he'll die along with the other kid here... Silence. It's our turn to leave now." With that, both men left the dark solemn room leaving the boy alone with another person although younger. The boy didn't even look up, not to see if the other person was awake or asleep. He just kept crying silently to himself as his head hung low.
(Sorry if this post is weird and doesn't make sense)
Edited by Aqua7KH