Heina.

A

„Shoot!" yelled a Man in White to his colleague, he answered with a loud shot and hit a Man in Black in his chest. Blood flew out of his wound while his colleagues tried to held the wound closed with their shirts or jackets. People screamed anywhere, a lot of corpses already lay on the ground.

Prince Chanyeol thought about to leave this place with his warriors, he didn't wanted that more warriors got hurt. But he also didn't knew if this would be a good idea. „Prince Park, should we get you out of here?" asked Butler Sehun and showed to the carriage that stood like 5 meters away. „I'm not gonna leave without my strong Fighters." he answered strictly and walked to the warriors. He heard that Sehun yelled after him, that he should stay here and that it would be to dangerous. „Leave!" yelled Chanyeol to the warriors, fast as they can they ran away. Chanyeol heard now that Someone of the Blacks threw a bomb, he started to get nervous. Does it was a bad idea? People screamed louder, more insecure than before. He heard a lot more shots, his eyes filled up with tears. The only thing he was able to thought of, was:

I'm killing my own troop.
If dad could see me, he would be disappointed.
I'm not ready to be a Leader.

„Prince Park!!" Sehun yelled louder than before, finally Chanyeol was able to woke up of his thoughts. He noticed all the blood distributed on the ground and much more corpses as before. A lot more of his warriors. Now he noticed that Sehun ran fast as able to save his life. „Sehun." he whispered. Dizziness got stronger as before, he was not able to walk anymore. His body gave up. The last thing he saw, was Sehuns scared face till his view got dark.

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„Prince Park."

Slowly he opened his eyes, he saw the typical white walls of his castle, he didn't needed to wait long till Sehun also was in his view. He looked very stressed and lay a cold rag on his forehead. „Are you Fine, Prince Park?"

Immediately Chanyeol moved his head up, what he regretted very fast cause of his strong headache. „No, lie down." Sehun said and pushed him carefully back in his bed. „What happened?" Chanyeol asked confused. „Prince Park, please relax first of a-." „Sehun, what happened?" he interrupted him strictly. Sehun sighed, but then began to tell.

„A lot of your fighters died last night. When they started to run away, the Rems* took the chance and shot them."

„How many?" he asked scared. „Over 200 People." Sehun answered cold as he can. Chanyeol was not able to believe what he told him. Over 200 Warriors died cause of his decision. He stared at the walls, he was disappointed in hisself. „Prince Park, it was not your fault." Sehun began to say, but Chanyeol just shook with his head. „It was my fault, I was not sure about the decision but still done it. It's irresponsible, I'm a prince and I can't make good decisions." „First of all, you're a very young men, Prince Park. With 18 Years to control our troop alone is in my opinion irresponsible. Of course a lot of fighters died, but do you think it would change if we stayed there? The Rems had bombs!"

„Sehun!"

Immediately Sehun stopped talking. „I don't care if they had bombs or not. If we stayed there, maybe more warriors got saved." Chanyeol explained, Sehun kept quiet, even if he thought that he was wrong. He always thought that this big responsibility was to much for a men who was still growing. „Do you want a glass of water?" „No, thanks." Chanyeol tried to make a turn, but Sehun stopped him. „The rag is gonna Fall down if you turning."

„I don't need a rag." he said pissed, but Sehun still was in the same opinion. „You need a rag." „No!" „Prince Park, the rag is for your headache." he explained calm, but Chanyeol got more pissed as before. „Even if I would need it to stay alive, I don't fucking want this rag."

He grabbed the rag and threw it through the room. Sehun sighed. „Should I leave you alone?" he asked, but Chanyeol didn't answered. Sehun walked direction Door, he thought Chanyeol would calm down if he would be alone. When he was about to open to door, he heard the voice of the prince again.

„I'm sorry that I'm like that."

*The Troop of the Mans in black.