Generation Infinosil

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Two

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A couple of the rebels tried to get the child to tell them what he was doing there and where all the other children were, but all he did was sob and mumble, "I can't say, they'll get mad."

BANG! BANG!

All the heads turned towards the sound, except that of the child, who dived under the bed. The machines made a constant beeping sound as the wires were pulled out.

BANG! BANG!

There it was again. Fists pounded on the door.

"Open the door. NOW!" A deep voice ordered.

Panicked looks were shot about the room. The enemies were blocking the door. There was no way to escape.

"The window." A small voice spoke. The voice belonged to the boy.

It took a moment for the rebels to realise what he meant; there was a window at the end of the room. It was small, but it was their only hope.

The men started racing towards the window and, to their relief, they just about managed to squeeze through. Only one man was remaining, but he didn't rush towards the window like the others.

BANG! BANG!

Any second now and they would break through. But the man would never forgive himself if he left the defenseless boy there. He had to try and save him.

"Come with us." He offered, with a gentle tone to his voice.

"Don't do it Jamie! We're trying to help you! You won't be returned to your family if you leave." One of the men from the other side of the door threatened.

Recognition flashed in the last rebel's eyes. Jamie was the name of his best friend's son who was the last child to go missing.

His heart broke at the memory if his best friend's funeral. Him and his wife had died of carbon monoxide poisoning just under a month ago.

They had been promising this poor child that he'd be reunited with his family, and they failed to tell him that they were no longer alive.

"Jamie, is your father's name John Gregory?"

He nodded.

A tear slid down the rebel's cheek. "I'm Paul, his best friend, I don't know if he ever spoke of me to you but I promise you that he'd want you to come with me."

He held out his hand for the child, "please," he whispered.

Jamie placed his minute hand in Paul's large one, and they ran towards the window together. They reached it just as the men broke into the room- just as the men fired bullets at the escapees.

Jamie and Paul managed to get out, but there was a puddle of blood left behind on the window sill.