𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Emma, Astoria, Ray and Norman are the brightest kids at Grace Field House orphanage, and under the care of the woman they refer to as "Mom", all the kids have enjoyed a comfortable life. Good food, clean clot...
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ᥫ᭡ ❛ FALLING ❜ ♫
━ a ray tpn fic! ˎˊ-
023. ━ ❝ AH, WE MEET AGAIN. ❞ ✩
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DISCLAIMERS!
strong language , angst , violence , detail of death/injury
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WHAT THE HELL is going on with these kids?
Luce thought, backing up into a tree in fear, trying to think of a way he could get out of this situation.
They're only from Grand Valley, right?
They're not escapees.
They were supposed to be weaklings who only know the farm and here, right?
All they can do is run around.
They can't even use a gun properly, and yet everything they did was intentional?
And how do they know our weaknesses?
"He also told us..."
Who the hell is he?! Which one is it?!
A gunshot rang out and Luce didn't realize what it was until he realized his hand was empty and no longer holding a gun.
Without a second thought, he got up and ran away as quick as he could.
"Fuck." Gillian whispered as they both chased after him.
"GO AWAY!" Luce shouted back, waving his hand around by his back to tell them to stop as if it did anything. "LORD BAYON WILL COME THIS WAY! HE'LL SMELL THIS!"
"SHUT UP, YOU FUCKING TOERAG!" Gillian shouted, aiming her gun at his leg.
Another gun shot rang out and it sent Luce flying to the floor.
Blood flew up into the air and Luce cried out as he realized his precious kneecap had been blown out.
