Outside the dangerous streets, soft dark curly brown hair flows in the moonlight mixed with street lamps which seem to illuminate strong stern features. Thick denim jacket with the bright glimmer of silver hidden inside. A shade of crystal clear gre...
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Large hands grasp my arms yanking me and throwing my body to the ground in ease. My cool face is met with wet grass from the obvious rain coating the ground due to the previous rainfall. Terrifying masks swarm around me with my heart beat increasing each second. Forcing the dizziness away I shake my head ending in regret as it only brings forth the haze.
Harry's conflicted gaze burns through my memory. His cruel actions greatly counteracted the almost soft look in his green eyes which were usually hidden of such raw emotions. It seemed he was begging me for forgiveness.
A ruff grasp drags my kicking and flailing body towards Harry and the brooding man which had locked eyes with me. Eradicators surround my body as yells of cruel names full of pure disgust flow from their mouths. Suddenly a boot to my back has me tumbling to the ground with the bruise surely forming itself now. Tears force their way out, yet I wouldn't break down the dam walls.
"An abomination to eradicators!"
"You killed our Marie!"
"Murderer!"
My head was swarming with their harsh words. I never once killed anyone, and as my thoughts wonder of the person they call Marie the smell of a certain death evident in the air tonight. Yet her death seems to be similar to my mothers tragedy further haunting my fear of the governments monthly 'celebration'.
A grip to my hair has a scream emitting from my mouth as I force my feet to stumble forward to stop the burn on my scalp. My knees finally meet the ground as they bang against the wooden steps. The tough grip on my hair is gone with my eyes darting towards the assumed leader and the beautiful eradicator with memorising emeralds that held regret. His beautiful face tilting downwards focusing on the wooden porch.
My chin is squished between two cold clammy fingers yanking my head up a gasp leaving my lips. Hair stuck to my face from perspiration as I'm met with almost similar green eyes I've become accustomed to. My own eyes widen staring at an older replicate of Harry yet he was more so on the larger side, horizontal that is.
Tears sprung to my eyes immediately understanding the connection. Weak.
"You're weak, what happened huh? Your family is known in our community to be heartless!" The man bellows pulling my head closing to him as he kneels down assessing my flaws.
Looking at Harry I mumble, "I'm not weak."
"On the contrary, you are," he says letting go of my chin and kicking me down the one lonely step.
