"Run!" She yelled over the deafening noise of the exsplotions "Fucking Run!"
She tripped over the exsposed root of a pale dead tree, pushing her self to her aching feet she guided another girl around the age of thirteen and a small boy no older than 6 months old in front.
A storm of bullets rained down upon the unsheltered children, the baby cried and the small girl fell on her face, she was clearly dead. Her mother yelled out in rage and devistation as she fired her blaster at the Mecca ship. A direct hit caught in the main air vent causing a cloud of smoke to rise.
Cold. Angry. Alone. She grabbed her only son and raced off towards the sunset swearing on her very life to revenge her daughters death, her poor Charity.
But revenge didn't feel sypathetic that night nor was karma as the mother was shot down.
She did not cry, wimper or yell. she simply smiled and wispered into the baby's ear.
"Say my name, never leave your side, I will be your shadow in the night. Love and fear cannot win the fight. Even with the an army behind your life"
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My Names Lyric
Teen FictionWhen the world is separated into five groups. The fire, earth, water, air and last but not least the neutrals (Useless people used to mine matirials). Lyric aims to reunite them, He himself was born of all elements decides enough is enough. Will thi...
