On The Run From Injustice

Chapter 4-Jailmates and Escape.

Heyo readers!!! oh god. lemme try that again.

whats up my frivolous friends :) yeah thatttsss better :) sounds posh :3 'Frivolous'

Haha how have you all been? I dont mind playing personal therapist :) I'm good at keeping secrets :3 I'm here for you guys just like your here for me :)

so um this chapter is a little diffferent from the rest, it's going to be in narrators point of veiw, until the break out :)

ooooh oh and theres something for you guys near the end of this chapter!!

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WARNING: graphic gore scenes and sexual abuse references, uh rape offence implied if this is triggering for some people, I suggest not reading.

Narrators POV;

Eren was imprisoned the same as his swirling hatred, inside a cage of silence and solitude. His jail mate tried talking to him but gave up half way through the first year of his arrival. Eren didn't so much as mutter a word to anyone during his first year, but that didn't stop the swarming of inmates that eyed his innocent face with sinister hungry faces.

the second year was a little different, his cell mate was somewhat more determined to get at lest a little slice of info as to why this 'kid' wasn't in a juvenile prison, and a year of silence left Eren struggling to contain his self restraint anymore, And he caved telling his room mate little snippets of his life, where he's from, why he's here, and his cell mate told him how long he has been here, and even a few more personal things like how he had lost his boyfriend Marco. But he didn't tell Eren his name.....

unknowns POV;(you guys probably already know who ;) a/n)

~flashback to 2 years ago~

I was sitting at the park bench with Marco leaning on my shoulder smiling up at the stars, it was our 3 year anniversary, and the heavenly aroma of good old American hot dogs teased our noses my stomach growled loudly, making Marco chuckle, vibrations of his laugh tickling my shoulder. This was so peaceful, serene, just the two of us sitting in a park in Las Vegas. I nervously patted my pocket that contained the ring and looked over at Marco's face, freckles adorning his rosy cheeks, his hazle eyes staring right back at me. I leaned in and pecked his cute button nose, he giggles, making my stomach do flips, even after all these years of being with him, he leaned in more and placed teasing kisses at the corners of my mouth that upturned with his cheeky behaviour, I just had to kiss him, he was too adorable and the moon highlighted his face perfectly. His hazelnut hair fell in his glistening orbs that reflected the infinite universe that I was forever entranced by, I moved in capturing his plump pink lips with mine, our mouths moving in a sinful dance, moulding together like two pieces of a puzzle. The moment was soon ruined by my stomach once again rumbling. Marco stood up placing a sweet chaste kiss to my forehead.

"I'll get us something to eat" Marco said smiling brightly.

"ok babe, hurry back, I think I'll stay here and enjoy the stars a little longer." I replied smiling lovingly at him.

I stared up at the navy blue sky that twinkle with bright stars and planets thousands of miles away. what will i say to Marco, how will I ask him? Will he reject me? I sighed, questions zooming around my head at a hundred miles per hour.

minutes passed quickly and i checked my phone to see the time, 11:45, Marco left at 11:30 where is he?! I started walking in the direction of the hot dog stand when a scream pierced the night sky, making me freeze in my tracks, analyzing the area desperately trying to pinpoint which alleyway it came from. Once I was sure of the location i sprinted to find Marco curled up in a ball, his clothes missing and angry red markings littered his neck and chest, tears welled in my eyes, I shook my head in disbelief, the thing that scared me shitless and made me cry out in remorse was the neat Little bullet hole through his left temple and the amount of blood that washed over the dusty concrete. I crawled closer, ignoring the blood soaking my jeans, and rested marco's head on my lap whispering incoherent words of comfort. I brushed my hand through Marco's hair, my other hand cupping his face. Tear drops fell one by one mixing with the river of crimson that leaked from Marcos head. I reached into my pocket with a shaky hand and pulled out the black velvet box. I opened it and took out the silver band that was diamond encrusted and slipped in on Marco's blood coated finger.