Victim

Victim . Four

Sorry this is short - I don't know how to expand it. Oh well, the next chapter will make up for it! The Victim Trial begins . . . right after this chapter!

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Four

We run as if fire was trying to chase us from behind.

Once we reach the stairs, I suggest we just drop down them.

"Why? That's painful," he shouts over the sounds of running feet somewhere near us.

"It's faster." I yell and fall down the stairs, careful not to hurt myself. I make it down in less than two seconds.

"See?" I shout while I stand up.

"Go figure." X shouts and runs down the stairs.

Once he's down, he grabs my hand, and begins to run. It appears as if tables and other items try to block our way.

"Why does everything have to be hard?" I yell to no one in particular.

"Exactly!" shouts X.

We let go of each other's hand. A table is near us. While I jump over it, X slides under it.

The floor begins sparkling in front of us.

What is that?

I roll my eyes - it's glass.

Our feet begin crunching in the already mini shards of glass. They echo down the corridor ahead. The more we run, the more and more tiny stabs of pain I get - which is suprising since I'm wearing boots. Anyways, we continue to run with a mob of people comes from nowhere.

I stop and stand firmly as the people charges straight towards me. X stays right at my side.

"What's wrong?" he says. People don't even try to move out of the way, so many of the niave idiots bump into me.

"Where's Father?" I reply. Wait, he's knocked unconscious. . . ."I have to go."

I dart through the people - bumping into them for revenge - trying to rush to our room. I crunch the glass, jump over the table and run up the stairs, nearly falling. Once I see our "home", I open the door.

He's not there. . . .

"You have fifteen seconds left." says the annoucer.

By the time she concludes speaking, I'm already down the stairs, jumping over the table, crunching through the glass, when I see him.

"Ten seconds." says the annoucer.

"What are you doing?" I refrain from putting "you idiot" in there.

"If someone didn't knock me out," Father stops on purpose, rubbing his head.

I roll my eyes and clasp his wrist. We both dart down the halls.

"We don't have much time left!" I shout above of people's triumphant cheers. Of course, no Sage. No me. "And, they're growing happy that I am gone!"

"Lucky," I hear him mutter.

I almost punch him.

"Now, they're counting!" I shout angrily. The door slowly closes.

Four.

I see X trying to escape the crowd.

Three.

I let go of father's hand as he is right next to me. The gate is so low, I get ready to slide in.

Two.

X holds his hand out for me. I begin to slide.

One.

I snatch his hand and he pulls me in - all cheers gone.

Zero.

The gate shuts leave Father and me seperated once more.