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The young pilot (Rhm x Reginald)

(Context: The Toppats have just bombed a neighborhood  taking it to be a government camp. Terrence, leader of the toppats has ordered the killing of any possible survivors so there are no witnesses. But Reginald finds an unusual survivor.)

Reginald's pov:

I entered the crumbling, ruined home, hearing Right Hand Man behind me. I looked towards him and signalled that he should check downstairs while I check upstairs. As I walked up the stairs, a peice of debris fell in front of me, destroying the stairs above. Yet I continued.

As I made it to the landing, I could hear something from the bathroom. Like a scratching. Entering, I found the bathtub to be in two peices. The mirror was ob the floor, cracked while the toilet was upside down. Now, I heard the scurrying, coming from beneath one of the bathtub peices.

Lifting it up, I saw a child underneath. He couldn't have been more then 3 years old. He turned to face me, a gash on his cheek which he didn't seem to notice. I lifted my gun, knowing I'd have to kill him.

Reginald: C'mon Reg. You just need to kill it. How hard can it be?

As my finger fiddled with the trigger, I found a sense of unease. I pulled the gun away, firering at the already damaged toilet. I could hear footsteps coming up the stairs as my gaze didn't leave the child.

RHM: Something wrong Reg?

I didn't respond. I didn't even move. I heard him enter behind me as the child smiled. It's eyes glowed with innocence. Again, I lifted the gun, hands shaking as I fired again. This time, I grazed the top of the bathtub peice.

Reginald: I can...I can...

I dropped the gun as he grabbed my hands and turned me towards him. His finger pressed against my lip as he looked straight into my eyes.

RHM: Just breath Reg. Breathe.  If you can't kill it, don't kill it. Pass me your gun.

Reginald: N..no right you...you don't understa-

Before I could finish, he was already there, probably about to kill. I looked away, waiting for the gunshot. Yet it never came. Looking towards where he was, I saw him lifting the tub, gun lowered as he appeared to be frozen with shock.

RHM: Reg are you seein what I'm seein?

Reginald: That's what I'm trying to tell you. It's a child.

He picked it up and brought it put from under the tub. It looked at him with confusion, hands up in the sir. Then it touched it's cheeck. As soon as the small, pink hand made contact with the gash, he began crying.

RHM: That's a nasty cut. Hold on. Reg, hold 'im.

He passed the child to me as he pulled from his jacket a medical kit. He sprayed some antibacterial fluid on his face before putting a cloth on his arm. I put a needle under the cloth, piercing his skin and knocking him out.

RHM: Shit. I don't got a needle.

Reg: I think there was one in one of the other rooms.

As he went to the other rooms, I heard the buzzing of my headphones. Clicking the button, I could hear shots on the other end. Then, Terrence's voice.

Terrence: Hey Reg. Listen, you may wanna hurry up there. The government might be arriving in a few minutes.

Reginald: Alright. We're comin.

Terrence: Oh, and kill any survivors.

I hesitated before answering.

Reginald: Even kids?

There was a pause.

Terrence: Oh yeah, just kill 'em.

The headphones buzzed as the connection cut out. Now I was convinced he was insane.

RHM: Something wrong?

Reginald: Do you think Terrence is a...bad leader?

RHM: Well, I never really much liked the guy but...no not really.

Reginald: He wants us to kill the survivors..

RHM: Well, that mustn't mean kids right?

My mouth stayed closed as I looked at his eyes dart at the child in my hands, then the gun, and back to the child.

RHM: Right?

Reginald:...

RHM: Pass it here.

Reginald: Wha-

RHM: Pass it here.

I passed the child over to him, looking away as he pulled out his gun. Yet, I heard no shot. Instead, I heard the click of the cartridge popping out. Looking at him, I saw he was fiddling with the cartridge, removing the bullets and throwing on the ground, before stomping it.

RHM: I have a plan. I'll need you to open one of the walls. Use this.

I obeyed, placing a silencer on my gun and shooting at a wall. After multiple shots, the wall section crumbled, revealing a plathera of space behind. Enough to fit a sofa. Next, I used my hands to dig out a pocket between the debris and dust.

RHM: Put this in there.

He handed me a bundle of towels which I spread in the small space, lining it up the walls. Then, with the other towel and a nearby broken wooden plank, I made a makeshift roof. The space was enclosed in towels with relative smoothness.

I heard the spray of an antibacterial as I turned around and saw him placing a bandage on the child's face.

RHM: That should do it. Now, have you got it ready?

Reginald: Yep. Just place him in there.

RHM: Say, how are we gonna prevent 'im from waking up?

I thought for a while before an idea came to mind. Shoveling in my pocket, I found a pair of headphones, too small for any adult. I'd carried them ever since I robbed a museum and took it as a random steal. Placing them over the child's head, I found they were a perfect fit.

RHM: Alright, put him in.

He passed the child, wrapped in a large, greenish brown towel. I placed it in the space which was enough for him to sleep in. He squirmed as he got himself in a comfy position, yet remained asleep. Slowly backing away, I placed a shower curtain over the top of his makeshift structure, giving off the appearance of it being some debris.

Just as we were outside the house, my headphones buzzed again. Terrences voice was distorted and panicky.

Terrence: Reg, Right, come back! COME BACK! THEY'RE HERE! THEY'RE HERE! COME TO THE AIRSHI-

Static blared into my ears as I took off the headphones. Looking at right, I saw his fear reflecting mine.

Reginald: We need to go.

RHM: You make sure the others get to the ship. I'll fight off any soldiers I see.

I readied my knife, dashing across the streets, yelling at any toppat I saw to get out of there. Yet, as I ran znd yelled, there was one preasuring thought on my mind.

Was Terrence a good leader?

(1126 words. This took a while.)