Another World

Dreams

Royce's POV

I was running down the dirt path with my brother. Our parents were behind us and just laughed, shaking their heads. My brother was only a few feet ahead of me. We were racing to see who could get to the fair grounds first. A fair came around once every year and we always looked forward to it.

Suddenly I was in a back ally way, hiding behind black trash bags. It smelled like rotting meat but that was the least I was worried about. It was a rainy day and puddles were everywhere, so I hoped the dogs might not be able to smell me. They would surely find my brother though. In the last couple of years I had gotten faster than him. I thought he was right behind me. I was wrong.

I heard yelling near by.

"Were did they go!?" one of them yelled.

We had lost them a few streets back, then we got separated. Apparently they had caught up. My hair clung to my face due to the rain, adding to my hopelessness.

All I could do now was pray they didn't find me or him. I was helpless. I had just discovered I had magic and had no idea how to use it.

"There you are!!!" I heard a man shout.

I heard things being knocked down. Then a scream of pain from a younger sounding boy.

They had killed my brother.

I woke with a start, in a cold sweat. It has been five years since that happened, but I still remembered it like it was yesterday. It should have been me that died. He was such a better person than me.

Tears started to well up in my eyes. No. Don't cry. Crying won't change anything.

That night. The night my brother died... I swore I would get revenge. Revenge on those who killed innocent people. Who killed my brother. Revenge on my parents.

They didn't have to tell the other exterminators. They could have just carried on as if nothing had changed.

I knew I wouldn't be able to fall back to sleep so I decided to just get up. I lifted my light blue comforter off and slid my legs to the side of the bed. I let them dangle there for a few seconds, they slid off. I hissed as my feet touched the cold wood floor.

I grabbed my light purple sweat shirt. It was tattered from all the years I had worn it. When I first bought it, it was five sizes to big for me. I slipped it on and walked out of my room.

It was early morning. Not many people were up, although I could still here a few cars whizzing by as I lived near a highway.

I slowly walked down the stairs as to not wake Kyle. Kyle had raised me after the incident, he had helped me learn to control my magic. He was one of the reasons I was still alive.

When I got to the front door I slid my flip flops on. I opened the door and it made a creaking sound. Taking a walk always helped calm me down.

The grass was dewy. I quickly hopped through it, trying to keep my feet as dry as possible. I hated my feet being wet. It was just a gross feeling.

My shoes made a clicking sound as I walked on the sidewalk. Even though I know it's not true, I'm not dumb. I step on the cracks in the sidewalk. If you step on the cracks you break your mothers back. Oh how I wanted to break my mothers back.

I decided to walk to the park, it's lovely there. When I got there, there was what looked like exterminators on there way to work. Tch.

"I can't believe The Boss has been keeping 2B1A for 5 years!" one said.