The Free (Unedited)

Apathy

Amber's POV

All I could hear was my whimpering in a quiet empty room. My whole body ached and burned at the same time, the cold floor the only respite in all of this.

I looked around, noticing I was in a small closet in the basement. It was dark and all around gloomy, but for now it was pretty worth it.

I slowly got to my feet, dizziness filling my head. Still, I needed to get up. There were things I had to do.

Suddenly the thoughts of last night soared through my head, and I groaned and almost fell as the memories rushed pain into my body. I staggered to the door and managed to open it before falling to the ground again with a heavy thud.

I gasped in pain as tremors wracked my body. I tried to get up again, but my body refused to move.

"Ah, so you're awake then," came a voice from above me.

There was a short, paper thin lady standing only a couple feet away with a tray filled with food, drink, and medicine. She looked nice enough, probably on some kind of medicine, seemed weak but I bet she could kick my ass in a second. She used to be in the gang, after all.

"I'm so sorry about this sweety. I know you wish it didn't happen, and I don't either, but it did."

I just sighed and lay on the floor, not ready or willing to move.

"You know, I used to be just like you," she said. "That's why I'm only a CNA."

"Does it get better?" I asked quietly.

"Never." she said shortly.

"Look, this new Leader is horrible. He is a leader to all these people but he treats you and others like garbage, worse than anyone in any other house has ever been treated." She placed her hand to her chin, thinking. "Actually, it might get better for you."

"I really don't know," I groaned out. "It's been hell."

"I know," she said sympathetically.

Tears started rolling down my face at the prospect of having this weight on my shoulders for the rest of my life.

"What am I going to do?" I whispered.

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Leader's POV

I walked into my newly cleaned room, all my pain objects stored away, my bed made, and all the blood cleaned off the walls and floor. I sighed in relief. I was glad to not have a memory to shadow my consience.

I lay down on the bed, not really tired, but needing to do something more relaxing than being a bad guy for once. I remember when I was once not like this, where I was innocent and free. It's not my fault that my mother hit me. It's not my fault that...

I stopped my train of thought, not wanting to mess up my meticulous room.

The faintest but most poptent memory I had was of Lindsay, not Nature. Nature is a new person, someone made of years of neglect, someone naive enough to think this will be better than her own home, but tough enough to keep her place. Lindsay, on the other hand, was someone completely different.

I remember playing with Lukas, her older brother. He was only a little older than me, and we fit together pretty well. I was quiet and he was pretty. The day I met Lindsay, her soft, serious face and beautiful eyes, I fell deeply in love. But of course I couldn't say anything. I was only 10 at the time.

The day I ran away was the day I left everything, even the love of my life. And that was the day I began my downward spiral...

I closed my eyes, pushing the memories I wanted to forget, and stared at a pair of brown doe eyes that had been etched in my mind since I was young.

"Yo boss," a voice said behind my closed door.

I got up reluctantly, already wishing the soft embrace of my bed. I masked my expression before opening the door to see an unfamiliar figure standing right in front of me.

"I'm Seeker. Came to be your number 2," the buff man said. He was at least a head taller than me with muscles thar rippled every time he moved. Right now he was standing in a relaxed defensive position, waiting to hear and dole out my commands.

"I see," I said, thinking of what to say. Everyone is in quiet fear of what will come out of my mouth. As the leader of the gang, I knew I had to speak less and work more for the good of the people who have come before us. My job requires many duties, and there are only 2 people that can carry them out: me and the man standing in front of me.

I gave him a long, scrutinizing once-over, making sure to find every weakness in the span of 10 seconds. Then, I stared him the eyes, a sign of dominance I show to eveyone that may or may not want my position.

Seeker immediately bowed his head in submission while I bore a hole into him.

"Good," I breathed, before touching his shoulder, an indication for him to rise.

"I do need to make sure you are fully loyal to me of course," I started while walking down the hall.

"Yes, sir," he said, following me.

"I want you to get a feel for this house and for its people first and formest," I began. "Then and only then can you start to carry out the things I need you to do. Gain their trust and respect. You have 2 weeks."

"On it," he said before walking away.

I smiled a little, my face crooked a little. Then I turned and went back to my room.

What was I going to do next.

A/N
So guys I haven't been posting cause I'm hella busy and I'm also lazy af. I have a few more chapters here that I'll post if I remember, and I do have some on my computer that I just need to move over. I guess the best thing to do is wait it out until I have a lot of it done. It's gonna be wayyyy better than the first draft.

Renny