“You can't save me.” I said. “Yes I can.” He defended. “You can not. He's more powerful than you. He can kill you right now. Please. Just leave me alone.” I begged. Now, down on my knees. “Why don't you want to fight back?” He asked. “Because I can't argue to fight back. My touch is weak.” I stated. “Your touch is power and confidence. Just fight back. Please for us.” He pointed to the boy he's holding onto his arms. I touched it's head. “I'll try. But if he's more powerful, I'll give up.” I staded my last words. I have nothing. Nothing but them. ©Copyrights 2015 Started: Febuary 14 2015; 9:50 PM. Finished: