A New Era (task force 141 an child reader

Bordem to death (chapter 6)

A/n- the poetic rizzler has another chapter for y'all 🤠

You watched as ghost and the others left you behind to go do there jobs that this horrid 'community' had assigned to them. They claimed to not be like the other soldiers that lied around but you fully didn't believe but now you had no other choice but to somewhat trust them now that you were technically in there territory. You sighed and stood up again , feeling sore from your previous cuts and injuries as you paced around feeling bored.

You usually were either running around trying to escape police and the other officers or you were merely trying to survive. For the first time you actually felt bored , just pacing around and hopeing your new companions will come back in one piece. You waited a few hours to make sure the ones of 141 were truly gone and away before you grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder and fixed your clothes. During those  hours you paced around and stood quiet doing your own thing as you looked around and drowned in your own thoughts , as You  stacked some of the boxes that were scattered around on top of eachother and you placed your box stair contraption near the bottom of the window and you began to climb it.

You looked out the window and made sure the coast was clear of gaurds and officers and you lifted yourself up and crawled out the window into the streets of 'shit city' as you called it. You looked around and took a small breath feeling the cool air against your skin and taking in a breath of air as you had finally made your way out of the basement. You took mental note of where the building was located at so you could easily make it back in time hopefully before the others got back and you smirked to yourself before walking off.

You walked through crowds of people that bustled through the streets.
Some people working at vendors and others getting arrested for shit they probably didn't do. The system was fucked up , the rich were above everyone and if you didn't have money you were a underdog , you were treated as a bag of trash. Without money you were nothing in this life , sometimes you often think that this isn't life and it's just outright survival which to many cases it indeed was.

You walked through the streets , pushing passed people as you tried to find a place to where you could hopefully find a good snack. You had two wishes in life , it was one: to meet your dad and two: to see the trees and nature again. You knew your second wish would never come true but that was wishes are , things that you 'wish' upon , the things that you think will never happen which causes you to make it a wish. Money was never on your mind , only living. Not even a billion dollars could make you want to give up life , life was precious and it was the greatest gift of all.

Everyone in life has done bad things but that doesn't necessarily make them a bad person. Everyone has morals but to the soulless ones who've done bad things against people for there own sadistic reasons and for there own selfish purposes are the ones who are truly evil. That man you had killed to survive , yes it was bad but that doesn't make you a bad person. you did it to defend yourself and you had every right , it was your goal to kill him but it was to get away from him. No matter how many times you tel yourself you don't care , you do. You do care about what you did and you often kill yourself on the inside for it. You never wanted to kill someone and to take a life but you had to do it in order to keep yours.

You were soon broken from the overwhelming thoughts that consumed your mind as you heard a shout from the distance. "It's that little shit who killed one of our soldiers yesterday!" One officer shouted and the other gaurds around started to push through people and start to run at you."get that kid and bring her in!"

Shit.

Your eyes widneded as you saw it was the soldiers and officers from yesterday and your breath hitched in your throat as you bolted through the crowd of people. As you ran you had a trail of officers and soldiers running after you , armed and ready to fight. Knocked through people who yelped and shouted as you pushed through them but you didn't care while others hid and ran as the saw the athuorities near. Your legs burned as you grew tired from running , they were sore from the pain and from everything you put them through but you kept pushing. You kept running.

One soldier soon opened fire , shooting at you nearly knicking your side as they missed. You winced as you felt the bullet skim you looked back to see more guards had crowded and chased after you. As they kept shooting at you you thought about the reckless endangerment they were causing as they were opening fire around civilians and other people of low rankings. Shouts and screams could be heard from other people as some had gotten hit with crossfire and your heart dropped.

You kept running until you saw someone in the corner of your eye come at you very swiftly and affciantly and they tackled you , there arms wrapping around you and there legs as well as they tucked and rolled into a alley with you in there arms, it was almost in a protective way. As you felt the impact you winced but before you could say anything a hand went over your mouth to keep you quiet. Your back was to the persons chest and there free arm stood wrapped around you as there other was wrapped around with there hand on your mouth keeping you shut.

As the officers yelled and made move there voices became distant and muffled as they ran off and ran away. As the officers were out of range the hand came off your mouth and the pushed you off them a little before standing up up and looking down at you. You stood up and winced as you had a small cut on your leg and you looked up and your heart dropped even further.

It was ghost.

One's curiosity killed the cat but now that has happened but there still lies a rat.