Abandoned

Chapter 8

Conclusion

I couldn't just leave him. He could die or even worse prey on more people. "Harry," stuttered my father. "I killed... 364 people. I did it all just for you and your uncle. I'm not proud of it.... but.... if it puts a smile on your face... I'll do my best... to make... it happen." He collapsed. I didn't know what to do."The reason for that army he sent after us, w-was it to see how strong we were?" i asked myself. My new uncle, Nicolas and 6982 were silent the whole time. They didn't have anything to say.
Then in my grieving, the building started to shake. Each second passed and the shaking got stronger. It wasn't and earthquake. "The alarm," said Nicolas. "It's going of. We don't have long to escape." We all rushed to the entrance we came out from. We were almost there the entrance was slowly being swallowed up. I managed to throw my unconscious dad out the whole. We were still a distance away from it. He eventually woke up. He saw us slowly running towards the whole. He then got up, though with a broken leg, he limped over to us. He tried his best to help keep the whole open. We got out. He then turned around and as soon as he did, the wall collapsed on the injured leg. I ran to help him but he told me not to come any closer. "What do you mean," I said. "Harry," he said. "Listen to me and listen well.... I know.... At this point... You probably don't even want to call me your father." "No that's not true," I said. "JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN!!!" he said. "I love you son... Everything I do.. I do it for you... Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You hear me?" Before I could even respond a slab of rock fell out of place. "I love you.. my son," were his final words. The rock fell on his head crushing it in the process. I fell to my knees, I through my hands in the air. It was like I went completely mad at this point. Nicolas and 6982 tried comforting me but it never worked. Then to our surprise, the police showed up. We tried to explain but shots started firing. Before things could get out of hand my uncle took the bag of his head and ripped it up. While everyone was traumatized, we made a break for it.