The Game's End

Chapter 3

Over the years I've been able to keep my biggest secret from my friends but it feels wrong. I mean, I should be able to tell them everything but I just can't. The would hate me! And I don't have anyone else. If they hated me I would be alone again. At least if they didn't have me they would have each other. At the moment you are probably thinking what could be so bad as to break your trust with your friends? Well it is part of the reason their adoption parents are dead. Yup I said it my biggest secret is the reason their parents are dead, deceased, under the ground, I don't think there is any way they would forgive me. But in my defense it isn't totally my fault.

~Four Years Ago~

Over the past year Kat's parents have been extremely nice to me. They took me in when I had no where to go and treated me like their own instead of turning me away like the stray I was. They were my new family Mr. and Mrs. William, Kat and Shawn. I loved them and trusted them as much as my own family and that scared the heck out of me.
Mr. and Mrs. Williams were the only living souls that I told my secret. Of course I trusted Kat and Shawn with my life but I just couldn't tell them the secret they would never understand like their adoptive parents did. They helped me accept who I am and what I had to do. They didn't pity me for what had happened but only helped me get through it.
They helped hide me from the guards patrolling the country, and I am forever grateful to them. Tyrant, was looking for me in every city village farm you name it. He had his guards patrolling the streets ever since I escaped. But it never bothered the Williams that they were housing a fugitive.
There must have been someone who recognized me from the porrly drawn posters, and gathered the hefty reward by turning me in. One night, it started just the same as all the others check the doors and windows are locked. Make sure no one can see inside then hide me in the attic just in case. I was on my way up the stairs to the hidden attic doorway when there was a loud band on the door. Mr. Williams told Kat Shawn and I to hide in the cabinet closet to the back door. We quickly scrambled into the cabinet climbing onto each other just to fit. But it wasn't the time for comfort. The house wasn't big so even though we were on the opposite side of the house we could hear everything going on at the front door. I looked through the keyhole and saw the guard holding up a poorly drawn portrait of my face. I held in a scoff and thought to myself. They really couldn't have done a worse job of drawing me.
Mr. Williams calmly and politely responded to their endless questions. They decided he was wasting their time so they pushed him aside and barged into the house. Mrs. Williams slammed open the cabinet door and told us to run far away and never look back. We ran out of the house but not fast enough to miss the deafening sound of the guards cracking open both William's heads and blood spilling out onto their clean kitchen floor.
Not again, I repeated over and over in my head trying to calm myself. That night we ran and we didn't stop until the next morning. Then we made a wordless decision to find the Rebel Underground and fight back against the man who took our families lives.