" 𝐴 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛 "
In which Aife leads her boys to freedom, with the help of a boy named Thomas.
Iғ Yᴏᴜ Aɪɴᴛ Sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, ʏᴏU ᴀɪɴᴛ ʜUᴍᴀɴ
丂ㄩ尺ᐯ|ᐯㄖ尺丂
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"Despite the pain, i decided to fight."
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A tall boy with raven hair and tan skin carried a gun in his hands as he anxiously stepped back and forth between his left and right foot. He looked to be about nineteen. His hair fell over his forehead and he had small freckles that were speckled around his face. His chest was huffed out and his chin was up in faux confidence.
He looked to be guarding a door and he waited for the other guards to walk by him before he entered. When he walked in, a familiar looking girl was seen, she sat on her bed with her head down, her raven hair covering her face. She had lone tears falling. She quickly wiped them before anyone saw. Crying is for the weak, they would always tell her.
Aife.
"Hey, I'm gonna get you out of here okay? I won't let anything happen to you." The tall boy crouched down in front of her before she flung her arms around his neck. She sniffled into his shoulder and he rubbed her back with one hand and had another hand buried in her hair as he held her.
"Ilove you,"
He pulled back from the hug, and tucked strand of hair behind her ear and gave her a sad smile, as if trying to convince her she would be alright. Although, it seemed he was trying to convince himself more than her.
"I love you too." She replied as she hugged him once more.
The memory flashed.
It was Aife.
She had blood coating her face as she was surrounded by multiple armed men. Ten to be exact. She had a large sword in her hand. Gripped so tightly on the handle her knuckles were almost white.
Three men lay dead on the floor, the blood that was streaming down their body was almost satisfying. The guards shuddered at the sight. Who would have thought this young girl would turn against them so violently.
"Choose!" She spoke through gritted teeth, loudly and confidently, causing the men to get chills. However, needed decided to stand strong. She needed them to pick. They are either with her, or against her. There was no in-between. There was no longer a young girl behind her eyes, that was a monster.
A monster that was long past saving.
They all came at her, each and everyone of them falling to the ground, at her hands.
