The Rat and The Tower

Chapter 4

    Mono... admittedly... had a hard time trying to comprehend what his friend told him. Wait, were him and Seven still friends? He hoped so, he hoped he didn't hurt him.

"You don't remember trying to kill me?"

'I tried to kill him.'

By the stars, he had so many questions he wanted to ask; but it would be just a waste of breath. Seven said he wasn't the person to ask about what happened. If he wasn't then who-

Rain.

But Rain was being held captive somewhere in this schoolhouse.

Three years worth of memories, how in the world-

Mono shook his head, he couldn't afford to begin to worry right now. He would help rescue Rain and whoever Seven said was with her, and they could head back to the forest.

Oh, right, what happened with those wolves and all of those kid sized footprints?

"You're spacing out again."

Mono flinched as Seven's voice cut him out of his thoughts. He looked down at the floor, a hammer once again in his grasp, smashed porcelain surrounding him. How long have they been smashing these kids? It felt like forever since they started looking for Rain and the feral, bashing bully, and trudging forward.

This was, what? The twentieth time they were jumped by these dolls? You'd think they would understand the first nineteenth time.

"Sorry," Mono muttered. He kicked a shard to the side, dragging the hammer behind him. His messy hair stuck to his forehead with a thin film of sweat from all of the swinging and running when the hits miss and he was forced to get away before they caught him and possibly bash his head in in return.

That's where it's good to have a partner who had your back. Sadly, Seven wasn't one of those people, but Mono was able to make do.

Speaking of Sev, Mono looked as the boy in blue scanned the room. "That should be all of them. No sign of Rain and Squeaks though..."

"Where do you think they're at?" Mono asked, having to force himself to speak over a weak whisper.

Seven gave a shrug, already walking off to where the hall was leading them to. Mono caught up to him, falling in place a few steps behind him, continuing to drag the heavy hammer behind him.

The hall was finally quiet, there were no sounds of running footsteps or clunky bodies. Only creaky floorboards every once and a while, along with unwanted thoughts accompany their minds. Well, for Mono, anyways.

He wanted to ask. About the rebellion, being Commander. He wanted to know what he missed in the past three years. He wanted to ask for forgive for whatever he's done to them, even if he had no clue as to what made them seem to fear and hate him.

"Mono."

The boy blinked his eyes, looking up, not knowing he had been staring at the floor again.

Seven stood just a few feet away, and even with the low lighting, Mono could see a glinting dark blue eye from under his thick mess of bangs.

His voice rumbled low, like a wolfish growl, slightly rusty by the sounds of it, "You look like a kicked puppy."

Yeah, like he didn't just had his whole world spun on its head and then broke into a million pieces right in front of him. Of course he probably looked hurt and dazed or confused!

"You can ask me things, just know I'm not gonna bother with sugar coating it." He gave a small, almost dark sounding chuckle after he spoke, turning back to walking away. Mono followed behind him, his mind now reeling once again.