POWER

(Boy x boy)

I ran down seemingly endless halls. My breathing erratic and my heartbeat strong and unwavering as it pounded against my ribs. I searched the metal walls for doors, finding none as it went on forever. One thing plagued my mind, one name, one person; Weston.

I finally came across the end of the hall, but there was no door. A window took up the entire wall. I looked in, and what I saw made my breath hitch.

"Weston!" I yelled, slamming my hands against the glass. I stared at him in disbelief. He was tied to a chair, his wrists and feet bound by coarse rope. His hair fell in his eyes but I saw the scar of what happened the night this all began. His eyepatch was gone and I could see the full extent of the injury. He looked up at a woman with his one good eye.

"Clara, don't you touch him!" I yelled slamming my hand against the glass. She turned from her place and smiled at me, her perfect red lips pulling into a false projection of happiness.

"Ah, Mr. Blake, you finally showed up," she grinned. I stared at Weston who stared back. I felt my throat close as I looked at him. It was evident they'd been throwing him around for most likely hours, as his body was riddled with bruises and cuts, while his nose bled freely.

"Let him go! Please," I croaked, looking into Clara's cold eyes. She smiled, reached in her belt and pulled out a small handgun. I felt my stomach drop.

"No! Please please Clara not him! Please," I cried. I tried to phase through the glass but I couldn't. The panic was setting in and I felt the atmosphere thicken.

"Sorry Mr. Blake, but problems must be solved," she said, pressing the barrel of the gun to Weston's temple. He looked at me and gave me a smile.

"Weston!" I yelled clawing at the glass.

"Take care of Chikyu for me," he said. I felt my eyes prick with tears. I shook my head.

"Clara please!" I cried. Weston closed his eyes and Clara smiled.

"Finally, my biggest problem solved," she laughed. She pulled the trigger.