“Where do you think you’re going, thief,” the guard snarled as he turned the boy towards him. The boy said nothing, he just clutched the food tighter to his stomach, desperately trying to shelter it, as if it embodied his newly developed hope. The guard frowned down at the boy’s trembling figure. “I asked you a question,” the guard said while suddenly reaching down and forcing the boy to look up at him. The boy jumped, startled, and a few more pieces of food fell from his arms, joining the apple.
“I’m not going nowhere,” the boy tripped and stumbled over the words, his voice hardly above a whisper.
“What do you mean you’re not going anywhere,” the guard questioned, his grip getting tighter.
“I know all about you. You try and act all innocent, hoping I will let you go. And then just go ahead and keep on running gigs for some gang too chicken to get their own hands dirty. Why do you do it boy? Do you think the gang cares for you, that they’re family? Cause they’re not,” the guard said, he suddenly releasing the squirming boy, causing him to gracelessly fall. The guard then ran his hand through his brown, regulation cut hair. He looked down at the shock-frozen boy and muttered, “Trust me, they’re not,”
The boy carefully picked himself up, looking up towards the guard with nervous eyes. “I’d don’t know what you talking bout.” The boy said, the words rushing out, “I got a family. They’d just went away for a little bit, they’ll be back. They’ll be back,” the last part the boy whispered, reassuring himself.
The guard looked down at the boy, a frown on his face.
“Come with me,” he ordered, grabbing the boy and towing him by his shoulder, not giving the kid any options. As the rest of the food tumbled out of the boy’s arms, he closed his eyes, realizing that the gods had not done him any favors.
(Visited 23 times, 1 visits today)
