The Forbidden Children

3: Awakened

November 8th, 8018

Ralph POV

Simon's smiling figure jolted as the bullet went straight through his skull. 

"AGHHHHHH"

Screams and cries echoed around the hallow path that Blade Briar's army took us to. Everyone couldn't believe that we actually held no value in the heartless souls who were raised to despise us. Fiona was in shock, her mouth was open in a way that could represent a pending gasp. 

It almost looked like Simon's body fell in slow motion. So peaceful yet so dark. He died standing up for who he is. The image of him that his parents tried to make him forget, the image of him that the news tried to degrade, the image of him he was always proud of no matter what voices he heard daily. 

He knew who he was, and he wanted the world to know it too. Simon didn't want to die twice, he didn't want his name to be a whisper in the wind, and he sure as hell didn't want to be known for the accident who caused his mom to go off the edge. 

Simon was better than that. He was better than all of us. I knew he wouldn't go back to his house, to his "family", he left knowing he would never return. 

He was all of that, and we all saw it. We all looked up to it, through texts, through calls, through this meeting...and just seeing him get shot out of cold blood. And hearing his body collapse on the stiff ground, and noticing the blood pouring out of his head. Soaking his favorite Green T-shirt and messing up his perfectly gelled, combed, hair. 

This whole escapade definitely set off some warning bells through all our minds. Anger was quickly rising, with some of us noticing, and some of us too busy feeling other emotions. 

Everything was about abrupt.

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Hunter POV

His body just laid there. With his eyes opened and grime covered skin facing my way. My veins popped out of my skin as I tried to steady my breathing and calm myself down. 

They shot him and he wasn't even a threat. Don't do anything stupid. 

But then there's always the alternative. The not so appealing but factual choice.

You are going to be killed anyway. Here or in a fancy building, It doesn't matter. Show them how much pain they have caused you. Show them what it's like to lose friends you aren't even allowed to meet. 

I observed my surroundings for an exit, an escape plan, anything. All I saw was grief and agony. My friends in extreme amounts of pain, some were finding it hard to just stay standing. Most of us had tears in our eyes while the rest allowed them to travel through our cheeks and chin. 

Some were still in shock. Like Fiona for example, who Is just covering her mouth and looking at the friend she chose to stand alongside by who in a blink of an eye, was murdered.

Then there's Alex, who was completely still. She hasn't moved, she hasn't made a sound, and in all honesty I don't even think she is blinking. 

All hell is about to break loose. 

"Who else is a forbidden child then!?" Yelled the leader with a ferocious grin. 

They enjoyed killing. I wonder how much they get paid for each forbidden child they find and successfully kill. 

No one answered, no one moved. 

He opened his handgun to reveal how many bullets he had left. 

"Eight. Hmph. The Irony." He gave us a sly smile while making clicking noises with his tongue.