The Illegals

Chapter 4 ( Never to be the Same Again )

MICAH

Why? That is the question I have asked myself almost every single day of my life. Why am I an illegal? What are people after me? Why can't I just live a normal life? Why does it always have to be me? Why, why, why, that seems to be the word that starts every single one of my questions. But there's nothing I can do about it now. All of my whys look back into the past questioning things that I could never change. Things like why did we run into a room that had no other exit? There was nothing I could change. We were stuck, and the only way out was with the bullets.

I heard the door when it was violently slammed open. Followed by a crowd of heavy footsteps, that echoed across the tiled floor of the parlor. I heard the tables as they were shoved and moved. I heard the muffled threats made through the door. Then it was all silent. Quiet. They were waiting for a response from Charles. When the response didn't come a ringing bang resounded through the vicinity. Guns. They had guns.

The bullets that sounded through the almost empty ice cream parlor set my ears ringing. Most people would have seen this as a threat. As someone wanting money or to get some where. But of corse I am not most people, so I saw it as it truly was. A warning. Wether Charles was gone or not this was all just a warning. This was all just to tell just to come out. They wanted us to give ourselves up, stop fighting, give in, let them take us. They wanted this to be easy. They thought this would make it easy. I thought so too until Serenity made eye contact with me.

Her eyes stared at me, anxiety and fear spread across her face. Her eyes wide with fear, scared of the unknown. Terrified of what is set in stone.

She doesn't deserve this. She doesn't deserve to feel the pain of fear she is feeling now. She doesn't deserve to see the things she has seen. She shouldn't have to hide and lie. She shouldn't have to run from everyone she loves. This is not justice. This is not karma. This is a feeling no one should ever have to feel. That is why I am going to take it away the best I can. That is why I placed a calm mask over my shaking and worried features.

I stood up twisting and turning in different directions. Noticing the small vent at the top of the wall, and the endless number of freezers and fridges. I saw the shelves that lined the entirety of the wall. All that was there was boxes upon boxes of supplies and food. We couldn't use a single thing in here for protection. My already stretched out features pulling even more, my fear tugging at the mask I put on.

Then all at once the world seemed to come crashing down.

The paper.

The noises around me muted and my vision became unfocused.

The paper.

The fear inside me faded to a dull ache in my gut.

The paper.

My short breaths elongated into deep shaky breaths.

The paper.

My hand reached down toward my pocket and wrapped itself around the crinkled paper. Under no control of my own my hand opened it and brought it up to my eyes so that I could read it.

This would only be the second time I would read these awful words, yet I probably won't see them again. In black ink that resembled chicken scratch I could make out the words that I wrote mere minutes ago.

Code 27 is now in force (Impending danger execution)

Subject list
D-17
Micah J. Diggorie ( Biological: Landford )
(C/N)-lost one

Threat level 9 - execution on sight

There wasn't enough time to write down the entire list. The only names I got down were Trenity, Kaylor, Lance, and Olivia. The first time that I had read this it all seemed to be in a fog. I was unsure what it all meant. But in that moment my brain flooded with realization.

I was a danger to them. How? Why? I didn't know. All I knew was that they wanted me gone. Out of the way. I could cause problems, so they wanted to tie up loose ends. According to this little scrawled on piece of paper, I was a high threat and they wanted me gone.

This was all the motivation I needed. They were the ones sending the warning just outside of those doors. They were the ones who chased me and Serenity wherever we went. They were right outside and they were here to kill me. Serenity wouldn't have to do all this running and hiding if she wasn't with me. She might be an illegal, but she wasn't on the list. They weren't after her yet. She was here fearing for her life because of me. I will tear myself up from the inside out before I tell myself that it was a mistake, that I didn't know, that it wasn't my fault. Because it was.

With out another thought I angrily pushed the paper into my hoodie pocket not noticing it shook itself out and landed on the ground. They wanted me. They can have me. I walked towards the door and ignored the weird stare Serenity was giving me. My heart had begun to race once more, my breathing returned to its shallow song. My fear and anxiety filled my mind with doubts. But no matter what thoughts or images tried to sway me. Nothing will change my mind this was all my fault and I need to fix it.

My hand gripped around the doorknob, my knuckles turning white. I had to do this. I had to do this. I had to do this. So, I turned the doorknob and pushed the heavy door open. What greeted me was a terrible sight, and a searing pain in my shoulder.

A/N
Hey y'all. K so I know I'm a week late. Hehehe ( not a guilty laugh at all ) ;) Anyways sorry my peoples. This chapter was a bit difficult but I still love it.

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