• [Jen]

    “Hello, boys” the old man from earlier says. “I take it he’s your friend” he referred to Trek.
    I eyed the man. “Yeah, so?”
    He grins slightly and chuckles. “He’s committed a crime and I plan on having him killed”
    “Killed?” I say, then louder, “Killed?! You’re crazy, old man! Trek did nothing to be sentence to death”
    “Oho, is that so?”
    “He’s right” a little boy with golden brown hair says.
    “Quiet, Ennel. You don’t know what you’re saying”
    While the two argue, I scan through the area. There were about ten guards around—circling us. There’s no way we can escape them now! Coming here was a suicidal task anyway, and I knew that. But hell, I didn’t know Roger was going to tag along.
    “What would it take for us to walk out freely without any charges?” Roger asks.
    The old man turns his attention away from Ennel. “What makes you think I’ll let you off?”
    Great. My fingers tap the black holder where my blades lay in. If there’s no chance in negotiating, then the next thing to do is fight. Right when I slid my hands in the holder and attached the blades onto my arm, Trek does a battle cry.
    “RAHHHHHHHH!” he swipes up his gigantic hammer high over his head and brought it crashing down. The force made the ground tear and crackle, debris and rocks came flying upwards. Me and Roger got hit by some as the three of us escape.
    “Hell of a time to do that!” I growl.
    “We had to, didn’t we? You were going to fight them too” Trek nods toward the blades.
    “Well—” I started to say before I crashed into Roger’s back.
    Roger stood staring straight ahead. “You guys…I think escape is impossible”
    I started to argue but once I saw what he saw, I changed my mind. There were hundreds of guards waiting for us, evil in their eyes. Their armor and weapons clanged together as they ready for attack. Trek gapes—his expression shows that he’s not taking this seriously. Roger was shocked but not scared. I was just frustrated. I mean, why’d we end up in this situation? If it weren’t for the kid then we’d be free men out there.
    “I blame the old man” I mutter to myself as they charged.

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