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9. Spear

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Running, lots of running. Trees, lights flashed, stumbling, hard breaths. Wind, lots of wind, blowing, rushing in ears, binding with strength and cold. Birds and animals all around, frightened by a sudden change of noise, running off to their homes or nice hiding places for safety from the un-normal. He was running, running for his life, and his sister's. He held her in his arms, wrapped up in a tight blanket, sleeping through the noise and running and trees and lights and wind. Her eyelids closed over soft blue eyes that could not yet see the world clearly. Chubby fists held onto a small, fluffy toy, the child continues to be oblivious to everything happening out of her sleep state. Babies did dream, but they would forget in a second and never remember those things they dreamt of.

While keeping the baby secure against his chest, he ran. He pushed his legs, his empty arm keeping him steady. The wind blowing against him, it did not slow him, only gave him the strength to continue. A bag filled with supplies needed for his sister pounced against his leg every step he took. He was losing energy, but with every look at his innocent, tiny sister he ran harder.

The woods were a scary place to everyone in One. No one dared to ever enter, even look. As if looking would bring out the beast they recall hearing are in there, waiting for new arrives as their next meal. This boy though, he was taught differently. His father was never originally from One, but from Two. His mother met him on a business trip. They fell in love, got married, blah blah, boring old romance, then she came. They most gorgeous, sweetest little thing he laid his eyes on. She might have just been born seconds before and was covered in what looked like a mixture of slim and blood, but she was the most important thing in his eyes. He would protect her, help her, keep her safe until she found herself a good man to protect her himself.

As of now, three months old and barley moving and sitting up with some help, he would keep her in his sight until she is grown. Or until he is caught.

His legs were sore, freezing and sweat ran down his face. His hair was being blown by the wind, the jacket he threw on helped nothing to stop the wind from entering deep into his bones. He never stopped though, not when the Peacekeepers called his name out and were right behind him. He took one second to see her soft, angelic face and the pain, the soreness was gone. All down his face along with his sweat, he powered up. He promised he would do whatever it took to keep her safe, and he's doing it. Right then and now.

"Marvel Stroey! Stop right there!"

He did not slow, but took a long look at his sister and made his way yards in front of any Peacekeeper. He did not stop when the Peacekeepers were long gone and he could only hear his breathing and feet hitting the ground. He continued until he made it to the edge of District Two. He searched long and wide for the Justice Building, finding it two days later. Whatever the bag held was for his sister, London. The word was foreign to him, and his parents would tell him not of its meaning or where they attained it. The bag contained bottles of milk for her, some diapers to change her, extra clothing and blankets to keep her warm. There was two sandwiches and bottles of water for Marvel, he wondered if his parents had always known this day would come, whether they predicted these events to happen without thought or not. They had just packed the bag for such a different reason, which soon turned into such a catastrophe.

The baby girl did not wail even for a second. She only fussed and moved when she was hungry, or needed a change or was tired. Marvel was the one who took care of her at night, since he was always up past three in the morning and sleeping in till noon. She felt comfort from him, her big brother (although she did not know this information yet). He took care of her as they traveled to Two, and soon to Twelve where it was safest, farthest, from the dangers at home.

You might question why the recent stories I have told all lead to Twelve? Or as to why the person spoken of must leave home, must stay far away? Well, you will find out another time.