The Outcasts *COMPLETED*

Chapter 27 - Danny's Story

Danny slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurry as the men in all black passed him by. He tasted iron in his mouth and look down to see a small puddle of red right by his head which was on the ground. He closed his eyes again, hearing muffled voices and footsteps going by him.

His eyes again slowly opened, still only seeing blurry images of what was around him. All signs of people being there was gone, and he was left to die. He put his hands on the cold, damp ground. Weakly, he attempted to lift himself up. His arms shook heavily and his body was basically a bunch of dead weight.

"Come on." Danny mumbled, barely even hearing himself as his ears began to ring. He felt tears welling up in his eyes as he collapsed into the ground, his face smacking against the concrete and knocking him unconscious.

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Age 4

A young Danny was dressed up in a suit, standing in front of a casket as a single tear rolled down his cheek. He stared at the ground, as a man slowly stepped up behind him. The man put a hand on Danny's shoulder and squeezed it softly. Danny looked up, looking at his dad whose eyes were bloodshot.

"It's gonna be okay kiddo. I promise you." his father said, turning to look at an elderly couple that had walked up to the two. "I have to talk to grandpa and grandma okay? Just one second buddy."

"We didn't think the cancer was that serious." he heard his dad begin to whisper. Danny stepped up to the casket, putting his hands on the sides of it and gently using it to lift himself up. On his tiptoes, Danny peeked over the side, looking at a woman who was lying inside the casket in a black dress with her arms folded over her chest.

"Mom." Danny whispered to himself, his lips turning downward into a frown as he slowly lowered his feet so they were flat on the ground again. His dad came back over to him, putting his hands on his shoulders and turning him away from the casket.

"She's in a better place now buddy. I promise." his father said to him, taking his hand and slowly walking towards the doors of the church.

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Present Day

Danny woke up again, feeling sweat dripping down his face as he tried to sit up, groaning out in pain. His head was pulsing with pain and he still couldn't see perfectly, the beatings and tasings having an immense effect on him.

"Come on Danny. Come on." he whispered putting his hands on the wall behind him. He pushed himself up to his feet, gritting his teeth as his whole body ached from the action. Finally, fully standing Danny leaned against the wall as water dripped down on his head.

"Need. To. Get. Out." Danny slowly spoke, taking a step forward and then immediately falling back onto the ground. He closed his eyes, feeling a sharp pain from his forehead as a red liquid began to run down in front of his left eye. He wiped it away with his hand, realizing it was blood and took a deep breath. Danny rolled onto his back, looking up at the ceiling as he closed his eyes one more time, and went back to being unconscious

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Age 10

Danny was lying down on a couch in his grandparents living room. Football was on the TV and he watched it intently, using his arms as pillows as the smell of freshly baked cookies filled his nose. His ears perked up as he heard his grandmother shuffling around the kitchen, humming to herself as she prepared to bring the cookies into living room where he was.

"Hey grandma!" Danny called out, pushing himself up and sitting against the cushions of the sofa now.

"Yes sweetie!" she called back to him.