The Truth

Lions Den

          Long update cuz well I haven't published anything in a long time. Anywayssss yeah, do not own these characters, Stuart Gibbs does.

 Ben

The round fired hitting my chest. The pain of the bullet ripping through my body. I fell backwards clutching my chest. Closing my eyes, and Jawa laughed. I peeked open one eye and looked at my chest. No blood just a terrible welt.

"I-I'm not dead." I stuttered cringing as I shifted to look at him.

"Obviously!" He grunted raising the gun again. Firing another round and I yelped again, Jawa just laughed. The pain hitting me like an actual bullet. I yelled in absolute pain, anger flooding my body. Jawa noticed, and fear radiated in his eyes. He emptied the magazine, 20 rubber bullets striking my skin.

I practically roared in absolute agony striking him across the face. He flew across the room, and I growled again. Absolute anger and hatred taking over my fear and pain. I went in for another hit and Jawa dove right.

He ran and slapped a red button, and I frowned. Crouching down my head suddenly pounding in pain. 

"Ben! Don't let him press it!" Erica cried and I looked back at her, blue eyes wide. I continued my run looking ahead, a man ran. My chest and legs ache and looking down at them I almost laughed. Toothpick legs...

"Ben!" Erica cried then I dove forward tackling him.

"Hey! I did it." I shouted pumping a fist in the air. I looked back at Erica who flashed me a rare smile. Instead of pain and fear I felt joy. An overwhelming feeling, that I missed.

"Night night." Jawa laughed cracking me in the head with his gun. I crumpled to the ground with a grunt.

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I woke up in pain, my body screaming at me. The ground cold and hard beneath me. Wet too, and a small sad smile crept on my face remembering Alexander. Alexander!

I jerked up and screamed in pain. No comforting words came from the darkness. I lay alone, in the dark, my body protesting. My stomach growled and I felt tears coming. I didn't hide them I embraced them.

All alone, being tortured by my best friends. I didn't think they were doing it, I think someone else is forcing them. No way they'd turn on me. I rubbed my head and swallowed a scream. A huge lump lay from Jawa's rubber gun.

So instead I pressed my face to the cold hard ground, and bawled my eyes out. Then when I finished I pushed aside every emotion I've felt; love, fear, nervousness, pride, joy, embarrassment. And threw them all away, pushed them deep down to my toes. Locking them away, and throwing the key out. Embracing my inner icy side. Anger would be the only emotion left...

My tormentors would no longer be able to laugh at my pain and fear. Deep down I know nobody is going to be saving me. I don't need anyone anymore, I'm the Lone Wolf, sulking in the shadows.

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When they punched me, beating me to a pulp I sat motionless. Not saying a word as punches landed on my skin. But they laughed anyway, enjoying the blood shed, and the bones cracking. Laughing when my rib cracked, and I almost whimpered.

"She can't save you." Mike growled in my face. I spit on him, it landed on his nose, looking red.

"She will." I grunted wanting to believe myself, but I didn't. "She will." I whispered again practically praying to anyone listening, but nobody is, nobody listens to the Lone Wolf.