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Writing Prompt

"Seven billion people in the world and you're overreacting because I killed one man." 
"But-"
"Seven. Billion. People. Now quit your complaining and drink your smoothie." 

We were drinking our smoothies at the local coffee shop when the men in all black barged in. They tell us to put our hands above our heads and stand up. Wyatt and I obey, along with the staff. We're the only customers, thankfully, but that means we're outnumbered. Seven men with masks. Five innocent people.

They tell the barista to open the cash register and empty it. I watch silently, frozen in fear. Please don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me. I silently chant. Wyatt looks at me uncertainly. I understand his confusion. Why rob this old coffee shop? With seven men? This place barely makes enough money to stay in business.

All makes sense when I hear the all too familiar voice commanding Wyatt and I to come with them. These men aren't here for some cash... they are here for us. Wyatt and I share a panicked look and before I can even think twice about it, I jump through the glass windows. Wyatt follows me through the shards and then we're sprinting down the sidewalk with the men following close behind. 

It's Draven and his men that're after us. Of course we knew that they would catch up to us someday, especially because we just murdered their most wanted man. We had no choice. The plans that Draven had concerning him were just plain evil. Wyatt and I had to stop him, but that doesn't mean I don't feel guilt for the way we killed the innocent man. 

I hear footsteps and shouts behind us. They're right on our heels. They catch us before long and drag us back into the coffee shop. Away from seeing eyes. The other three people are let to leave, locked out of their own business.

"Sit," one of the thugs orders.

We obey without hesitation. These men are dangerous. Far more than what you'd think when you first hear about them. They're actually deadly.

Draven steps up to the table and glares at us. "What should I do with you?" he asks. "Torture? Or death? Or nothing? You're choice. It all depends on your choices during this conversation." He smiles devilishly, leaning against the table between us and him.

Wyatt glares at him and spits at his feet, which wipes the smile right off Draven's face. Wyatt has always been outspoken; unafraid to be blunt. Someday it will be the death of him. "You can do anything to us, Draven. It won't change anything. It won't change your dark, cold heart."

I kick Wyatt's leg and shoot him a concerned, angry look. He's going to get us killed. 

Draven whistles, long and low. "Same old Wyatt, I see. You know, we once worked perfectly together. So many things we pulled off together. So many people we murdered. And for what? Our own gain. Then you had to go and get soft on me." Draven gets close to Wyatt and I can see my best friend tense up. Draven whispers close to his ear, "What would dad think of you now?" 

This makes Wyatt angry. He head butts Draven and yells, "You know this is wrong! You can stop this!"

But Draven looks at him in a confused state. "Why would I want too, brother?" He turns to me. "What does your friend, Cassie think about this? Does she know of your dirty past?" Draven takes a step toward me and Wyatt curses.

"Stay away from her. You want me. Just tell me what you want me to do." Wyatt has given up. I can tell from the way he speaks; the way he looks. His shoulders are slumped and his eyes lost their fiery spark. "Just tell me what to do, Draven." 

"You will join us once again, brother. And you will give me everything you own. Everything. You will work by my side forever, us two, the Red Twins together again. Because what is a gang called the Red Twins without the twins? And you will swear never again to go rogue on me. Not that you will ever get the chance. We'll be keeping a close eye on you."