Who Are You?

Chapter 12

*Updated*

Recap: "NO PLEASE GOD NO"

Have you ever felt a moment in time when your whole life flashes before your eyes? Because i have.

~ Earlier ~

I seen the first guy spin around to shoot my sister. All I could think was mom losing another kid. A 14 year old kid. Who deserved to live. So without thinking i jumped up ignoring the pain in my leg and jumped in front of Lyra.

BANG

" NO PLEASE GOD NO LYRE!!"

~ Present time~

" Lyre baby please stay with us."

I couldn't feel anything, everything was blurry. I moaned in agony.

" Please keep your eyes open." I tried so hard to see who was talking, was my sister okay? Killian? Cerulean? Why aren't you answering me?

" God please Lyre don't leave us."

I know that voice. Please, i know you. It got cold really fast. Wait don't go. You were so warm. I noticed a white light and slowly walked to it.

" Lyre?"

4 year old Lyre giggled as his momma came in the door

" momma!! I missed you!" He hugged her legs tightly but cried when she kicked him off.

" Ugh, you're so fucking clingy." He frowned as she bended down

" Lyre, sweetheart these men are gonna take care of you for awhile okay?" he cried and tried to hug momma

" Why? I wanna stay with you and dada!" She frowned and pushed him away

" I know but we need the money and you can help with that, do you wanna help momma and be a big boy?" he nodded happily

" Of course momma! Ill be the biggest boy!" She pushed him to the men who grabbed little lyre and dragged him out the door.

" Mister? Whats your name?" He asked curiously.

The man grunted " you can call me sir."

Lyre frowned " That's a weird name."

I blinked the tears away as the memory faded, I walked for awhile before an image appeared again.

" STOP PLEASE IT HURTS! ILL BE GOOD I WONT RUN AGAIN PLEASE SIR!" 10 year old Lyre cried out as he was electrocuted. He heard mumbles as the pain faded.

" Good progress...next step?....Tomorrow." Lyre cried in pain as they unstrapped him and threw him to the ground. He passed out from the pain. Lyre woke up to his cell being opened and sir walking in with a lady in a white coat.

" Sir?"

The man spoke in a different language as the lady took a closer look at the boy. Lyre was being dragged to a table and was strapped down.

" WAIT SIR PLEASE YOU SAID NO MORE TESTS IF I WAS GOOD!! " Lyre cried as they injected him with something in the neck. He moaned in tiredness as he dozed off. He woke to them mumbling " First one to pass the test...seems to be working good." He blinked as he opened his tired eyes and felt pain everywhere. He whined in distress.

" Lyre get up." He sat up slowly and felt something on his back side. He frowned as he saw wings.

" Sir?"

Sir grunted " Number 7 has passed and is now fused with him, give the money to the parents." The lady nodded.

I felt my chest cave in as i pulled on my hair, as another memory surfaced.

" Number 7 please move your wings in a flap."

The voice from the intercom said. 12 year old 7 did as he was told. When there was a bang and smoke filled the area.

" FREEZE FBI!" Number 7 cried as smoke got into his lungs.

" I found another one." A guy in a vest grabbed 7 and rushed him out of the building.

" Wait we're leaving sir?" 7 asked. The guy placed 7 in a car and bent down

" You're safe, you don't need to cry anymore. " He closed the door and left number 7 in confusion.

I cried out " Please no more."

Number 7 was sitting in an office as three people walked through the door and cried when they seen him. They sat down in front of him as the lady caressed his cheek softly. Number 7's wings flapped behind him, the lady cried harder.

" Lyre, do you remember who we are?" The lady asked softly.

He frowned " I'm not Lyre im number 7."

The lady walked out crying harder than before. The man sighed and held Lyre's hand.

" Lyre. Thats your real name, not number 7. We're your aunt and uncle. I'm so sorry my sister did this to you."

Number . No. Lyre frowned and whined as his head hurt.

" Uncle and aunt?" The man nodded and pulled him close to his chest.

" You're coming home with us."

I wiped my eyes as I watched it change again.

" I DONT WANT A FAG LIVING IN MY HOUSE. GET OUT!"

A broken beer bottle skimmed past 17 year old Lyre's head as he dashed out the door in tears. Running down the street he had no where to go. He bumped into a chest and apologized immediately and went to walk around him when the man grabbed his arm.

" Whats the rush pretty boy? You lookin for a good time?" The man slurred out and drug a crying Lyre into an alley way.

" Please! Don't touch me! I'm sorry I'll be good sir! "

The man slurred " Sir? I like the sound of that." as he pushed Lyre against the brick wall.

" NO!!" Lyre cried out as he tried to push the man away.

" HELMHPF" He tried to call out but the man covered his mouth

" sHut uP You liTtle SlUt" Lyre cried and hoped someone, anyone would come to his rescue as the man pulled his pants down.

" HEY! LEAVE HIM ALONE! " A tall gorgeous man punched the drunken man out cold.

" hey you alright kid?" Lyre nodded softly as the man helped him out of the alley way.

" Names Cerulean" Lyre looked up and smiled softly

" I'm sev- Lyre. I'm lyre." The man smiled.

" Lyre wake up. " Lyre frowned he didn't remember this part. The image faded and the white light disappeared as he heard a familiar voice broke through.

" Please Lyre, Killian is going on a war path. Please wake up baby. We need you." ~