The Prophecy

Cell...

Bajan had woken up from being knocked out in the field a while ago. And now he was sat in a cell together with all his friends, everything they had had been taken away from them, except their clothes. He and Jerome was holding onto each other's hands, even though neither would admit it to the others. This was something they commonly did when they were terrified, which would describe their feelings perfectly right now.

"Everything is going to be alright" Bajan muttered, he could just barely see the outlines of his friends, but he knew for sure that they were way too few here. Even if he had counted billions and billions of times, he only seemed to reach a maximum of seven people. Meaning six people wasn't there. He wasn't sure who, but he knew Jerome sat by his side, and he could clearly see that Frags was another, his lava lighting up the room just enough for them to be able to see there was other people. He also knew Quiff sat by his side too, as his head was resting on the olders.

"Thanks for saving me out there" Jerome said quietly, making Bajan remember how he had taken a hit for his friend, saving Jerome, but knocking himself out.

"No problem" Bajan replied, none of them knew what was supposed to happen to them. They didn't understand why the guards hadn't killed them out there, but they were happy to still be alive.

The conversation in the cell was pretty much nonexistent, all of them exhausted as well as nervous about what the future would hold. Even Woofless was keeping his mouth shut, he who usually talked a lot to everyone. But no words could really be said, none that made sense. What do you say to a group that is about to die, who all silently know their fate, when you are in that group?

"I hope I'll be able to see the Flower town again before I die" Woof murmured silently. "It's beautiful over there this time of the year" he then added.

"I hope I'll be able to meet my parents again, and my girlfriend" Generzon told everyone, not sitting up from the lying position he had kept since he was placed there. He wanted to move, but as soon as he moved to sit up, his whole body hurt like someone stabbed him with a billion knives at once.

"I just want my clan to know that I love them" Kenworth spoke, sighing deeply.

"They do, for sure" Frags promised, putting a hand up and placed it on his fellow clan members shoulder.

"I just hope that Laake is alright" Quiff explained to the rest, Bajan feeling the tear that fell from the youngers cheek onto his shoulder.

"I'm sure he is home and safe" Jerome promised, leaning even more onto Bajan, who happily put his head on his friend's.

Their somewhat calm moment was disturbed as the heavy door was opened and a guard coming in. Without saying a word he grabbed Bajan and dragged him out of there, both Quiff and Jerome trying to hold onto their friend, but to no aid. The oldest was out of the cell without them, and the door was quickly shut and locked again. The rest just staring at it. They had no say in anything, and they couldn't do anything, not from here.

"I love you Bajan, you were my best friend" Jerome mumbled out, knowing he never would meet his friend again in this life...