A/N I have no clue what I'm doing. Enjoy.
I knew that something was wrong before I opened my eyes. Maybe it was the smell of gunpowder. Maybe it was the stiffness around me. It might have been the fact that my backpack wasn't five feet to my right. It most likely and quite probably was that I was being told to put my hands on my head right now or else.
I felt the sharp presence of twenty guns, fully loaded and trained on my head. I felt that of the people here, only a handful were ready to shoot if I made a sudden move, however, that still was a lot of bullets.
"What do you want." I say, opening my eyes and sitting up, luckily no one shot me. I assessed the squad of soldiers, picked out their leader, looked him straight in the eyes, and yawned.
He glared at me as he started to yawn, but quickly killed it by biting the side of his cheek. "Put your hands on your head. You're being taken in for questioning about the death of George Fredriksson, Seer of Things Long Forgotten."
I felt myself go cold. "George is dead. No, he can't be dead, I would've known. I would've felt him die!" My breathing is getting ragged and my pulse is escalating, if I didn't do something quick, I was going to have a panic attack, "My brother can't be dead", I whisper, "I would've felt him leave. We promised we would say goodbye..."
I vaguely hear the leader give a command, and remember someone shooting me with a tranquilizer dart.
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