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"We all leave a legacy Ms. Harris." Milton said, taking his glasses off and cleaning them with the bottom of his button down long sleeve. "No point in leaving a legacy if there's no world left." the women said, blowing fallen pieces of hair out of her face and glancing at the man through her lashes. "The world will always be here, just less people in it." Milton defended, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. The woman closed her eyes trying to pretend like he wasn't there anymore. "Whatever you say Milton."
Opening her eyes once again, she squinted at the bright lights shining onto her. Once her eyes adjusted to the blinding lights, her eyes focused on a bat covered in barbed wire. The echoing scream of a teenage girl telling the man before her to stop. "Well how is anyone going to know who's boss around here if I don't start putting my foot down every once and awhile?" The man boomed, turning slightly to look at the teenage girl behind him.
Someone they all knew, someone that was taken under the woman who was now staring back into the eyes of death himself. Someone, who trusted that this teenage girl was so much more than who she was being right now. "Isn't two enough for you?" The teenage girl scoffed.
"Shut it Raina." The woman finally said. She knew, if this was the path she had to go down, that it was okay. The man whipped back around to look at the woman kneeling on the ground, she looked tired and worn out. Her hair matted to her face in sweat, dirt covering her exposed skin from being thrown on the ground and blood splattered on her cheek from the man that was once beside her. But, she kept her head held high. She didn't look anywhere but the man before her - staring right back into the eyes of a monster. "So she speaks." the man finally said, crouching down before her to look into her hazel eyes.
"If you're going to kill me," she started, narrowing her eyes in the slightest. "Then just do it." she finished, making the man before her smirk. He reached out, tucking her fallen hair behind her ear with a glove covered hand. "Well aren't you a little firecracker huh? What's your name darling?"
"Lily Harris," she growled, moving her face away from his touch that felt like poison to her skin. "Well, Lily Harris, you're coming back home with us." he said standing back up on his own two feet and motioning to two men. They walked up and grabbed Lily's arms in their rough hands and walked her to the back of a cube-van and throwing her in before slamming the doors shut - leaving the woman alone in the dark.
••• okay i'm back rewriting another story but still a classic. don't hate me. if you're from the original this is gonna be quite different from the last lily you know and love.
