"I hope you think about what you've done."
The heavy door slid closed with a deafening slam, the startling familiar sounds echoing in the dark cell. A pale, 10 year old boy scampered into the corner, his bright blue eyes scanning the room, gripping his grey pants with a vice-like grip. His chest heaved horribly, and no matter how hard he tried, the oxygen just would not enter his lungs. He hugged his legs, careful to not let his raw back touch the wall.
A sound alerted the young boy that he was not alone in the cell, and his breathing ceased immediately, his muscles tensing, his body preparing him to fight whatever was there to scare him.
"Relax kid," A voice rang out, bouncing off the steel walls.
Jumping from the sudden sound, the dark haired boy slammed into the wall before crying out in pain. His eyes jumped to the other dark corners of the room, before landing on the man in front of him. "Who are you?" The kid whispered, shaking.
"Before I tell you, you need to calm down, alright? FEAR lives on your terror, don't give 'em the satisfaction. You're obviously stronger than you appear or you wouldn't be in here. What's your name?"
"Andrew," the younger boy said quietly.
"Alright Andy, well my name's John." Andy shook the older mans hand hesitantly.
"Do you know why you're in here?" John asked, sitting back against the wall.
"I told my mom not to go to the meeting, because I thought she would get in trouble." Andy said quietly. "Than the lady who sat in her usual seat got accused of heirecy and got executed."
"You're prescient, very visceral," John told him after a moment. "A prophet."
Andy's eyes widened considerably. "What does that even mean?"
"You know what will or might happen in the future, and it sounds to me like they know something's up," John shook his head and glanced at the door.
"They? Who's they?"
"You stupid naive little boy," John hissed, shaking his head. "Four others are within FEAR, and they have their own powers. You, Andy, are to be their leader."
"What?" Andy stood up, ignoring the pain in his back, both angry and terrified of the man in front of him.
The man stood up when the door reopened. He pressed something cold into Andy's hand. A star, with two bumps coming out each flat side, a string with four beads attached. A symbol of hope. "Wretched and Divine, resurrect the sun, Andy, resurrect the sun!" John whispered, two sets black hands grabbing his biceps, dragging him out of the room as Andy instinctively hid the pendent in his pocket.
Andy knew then, he would never see that man again.
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Brothers of the REVOLUTION (a.b) BOOK THREE OF THE LEGION TRILOGY
أدب الهواةWhen Andy was 10 years old, he was thrown into an overnight cell for the very first time, where he met a man on death row named John who told him that he was destined to lead a revolution with four other boys with extraordinary powers. From there...
