Two men approached us. One was small and skinny and the other one was tall. They both wore black jackets and had a small handgun and a small knife. We were cornered in the small ally. The small one approached us slowly, swinging his knife as he walked.
“Well,” he sneered, “ I’m so sorry it has come to this.” He smiled sickly. “We only want the money… either that or the plans for the invasion.”
I was about to tell him off when Cath grabbed my shoulder. He said nothing, but his eyes spoke enough for both of us.
“ Fine then,” the small man snapped, “Have it your way.” He paused for a second and them smiled again. “ Bruno,” he called with his sing song voice, “Please teach these young ones a ...view middle of the document...
At the last second Cath spun around and so did I. There were two loud gunshots.
Afterwards, all I could hear was ringing. I looked at Cath. He slowly sunk to his knees.
“Traitor.” He whispered.
“I’m sorry,” the large man growled. He was silent for a moment and then he yelled with the voice of a victorious god, “Long live the rebellion.”
My clothes felt heavy and damp. I reached under my jacket to feel what was wet and my hand came out from under my coat covered in my own blood. It was strange. I felt no pain. I dug my fingers into my wound and pulled out the small bit of metal. I glowed red in my hands.
My attackers were nowhere to be found. The large one lacked any sort of fine movement skills. He blundered around like an elephant with broken legs. I was amazed he could even use a gun.
My companion rested his arm on my shoulder. His face was covered in blood and his shirt was soaked with red. He looked incredibly ill. Did I look like that? His arm slipped off my shoulder and rested on the filthy ground. His back arched and he started coughing. Small droplets of blood tainted the dusty cobblestone.
Little by little I began to feel pain again; however, not by my wound. I hurt me to see him in pain. The powerful man that I looked up to since forever was frail and vulnerable. It hurt more than any wound could. I got to my knees and braced my arms around Cath’s waist. I started o panic. Cath couldn’t die. I would have nowhere to live and no company. I would loose half my heart in a moment. I don’t want to be alone.
Tears started to stream down my face. Where they hit the ground rust colored dots appeared. I could hear the laughter of two men in the distance. I knew, statistically, it could be anyone. I also knew that, statistically, they were rebels.
“Show your faces, cowards!” I screamed at the laughter.
“Dryston,” Cath whispered to me. His voice was so weak. I positioned him so his head lay on my knees. He looked up at me. His eyes were calm even though his hands were aall but clawing at the ground.
“Liston Dryst,” he gasped, “I’m sorry I dragged you into this whole charade. You were only human and you trusted me. However, I’m glad I got the chance to meet you and to see you flourish,” I took his hand lightly in my own. “Nothing lasts forever. Not even memory. At the end of the day we are alone. But, don’t be afraid. I’ll see you again. Don’t worry about me. Just spread your arms and go. Remember, though, I am honored to be your…” his voice failed.
I took my other hand and placed it against his cheek. He looked up at me with his fear clouded eyes. Then he looked at the knife lying mere feet away from us. Scarlet blood was leaking from the corner of his mouth and his chest was heaving violently.
“Please,” he choked through the blood in his throat. I thought for a moment before I realized what he meant.
“No,” I whispered. “ No, no, no, no, no!” I said with a growing intensity. “ I can’t do it, not to you!” I shouted.