The Other Side

Chapter 8: Scott

    Scott

     The brown haired boy was easy weight for Scott. He had practice lifting weights since he was 14 years old.  The whole Patron clan continued their journey back to their underground shelter, where they would be safe from the heat. 

     The blonde noticed that there were fewer warriors now, by at least twelve. The remaining warriors were yelling  in victorious screems. Scott, however, didn't. He just stared down at the grey clothed boy. He looked so fragile. He found himself studying the smaller boy's face, most of it was covered  from the light grey goggles. That's when he figured that he didn't know anything about the boy. He didn't know why this boy was any different from the others. 

     Why didn't you just kill him? What makes him different? Scott thought to himself.

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     When they arrived at the large, dusty, metal doors, Mr. Nev slowly walked up to Scott. "Hoy. When we get in, give the Rezmence to the guard. He will bring him to his cell. Alright?" The tall boy glanced down at the other.

     "Yes Sir." He replied. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen to him. Whatever, not your problem. You saved his life, isn't that good enough? 

     The gates opened, allowing the Warriors in black to rush in. Scott followed but once he got in he walked with Mr. Nev to the closest guard. He had a strong build and was around the same size as Scott. "This is Alex." The teacher said, nodding towards the guard. "Alex, please take this" the grey haired man said about the boy in the other's arms. "to a cell. When he wakes up we can ask him some questions." Alex grabbed the small boy and turned down a hall. "Great job Hoy. You will be put on the Rezmence's service. You will interrogate him and give him food."

     "Sir." Said the blonde. "I don't really want to be on his case, I would rather be in battle with the others."

     "Hoy, you are going to find things out about the boy and his clan. This may help us. Get to the top. This is a very great honour."

     "But-"

     "And this is the end of our conversation, that's an order, Boy! Go check on him now."

     He hesitated but eventually caved. "Yes sir." The blonde spoke in a small voice. First Scott headed back to his house and found a pair of old clothes. It was a long black jumper, it was too small for him now. He stuffed that in a bag. With that Scott followed down the same hall as the other guard had. He turned down several others until he saw a row of mabey 40 unbreakable glass windows. They were lit up well and the walls were all white. So he walked slowly down the hall looking into each cell until he found the one that held a boy in grey.

     "Number 21." The blonde whispered the cell address to himself. He set his bag down than he turned the metal doorknob, slowly opening the door. The boy was still asleep. He lay on a thin mattress that was nailed so it was above the ground. One dainty hand dangled off the edge. He was still in his uniform. Scott walked up to him slowly. He took the white chair on the other side of the room and placed it at the end of his bed. Mabey if you can get the answers out of him now, you can get him out of your hair and you don't have to babysit him. Wake him up. Scott thought.

     He walked over to place his mouth right by the other's ear. "Hey Rezmence wake up!" He screamed in his low voice. 

     The brunette groaned. "Kirstin, give me ten more minutes. Let me sleep!" The boy bit back with sass.