Luke fumbled around for insulting words to say back at Isaiah, but he found nothing. He was not the best at using words. He was more used to body harm than the use of his mouth. One could see this from how slow he was to speak but how fast he was to take actions and deploy himself for his friends."Luke, you don't have to follow him around like we are his lapdogs," Jackson said, turning away from his friend. "We have better things to do that do not concern him. If he wants to do anything he pleases, he should. I am tired of being in someone else's shadow, someone that doesn't even appreciate us as equal human beings enough to tell us important things."Jackson had his feelings about the issue fester for so long that it was starting to reach its boiling point for him. The last time, he thought that Isaiah would change his ways after what happened. But now seeing that Isaiah was still as hopeless as before, he had become entirely pessimistic of change ever happening. Isaiah gave no ans

The Lobbes was a downthrowden and old neighborhood in the city. It hosted a lot of old houses, most of which hung around like pale old skeletons shooting out of the ground to the sky. And the sky was gray and dark, even though it was generally still morning. It was almost as though some creature had sucked away the sunlight from that part of the city, leaving it with a sky that left much to be desired."Are you sure this is the place you want to stop?" the taxi man asked, his voice was wary. Isaiah was sure it was the voice of someone who knew something most people did not know. He wondered what it was about the place that the man had become so wary about."Yes..." Isaiah replied, making his voice bold and trying to sound more certain than he was. In truth he knew nothing of what he was doing. "Do you know anything about the place?" He asked, still wanting the man to speak.The man made a nervous laughter. The type that sort to put at ease whoever it was directed to. Isaiah could r

"Luke!" Isaiah called out to his friend in a hostage voice ringing with so much fear that even Elena flinched, ashamed by just how much fear was emanating from him as the fog cleared. The only reply he got was from Luke's eyes, as he had his mouth duct taped. His eyes were wide and full of questions and judgments, like pools of silent desires.The man behind Luke, standing bulky and muscular with curly hair on and around his head, was none other than the taxi driver that had driven him to the spot. The one that had given him a ride for free. Funny how the free purges. The man behind him was Severus. He was angry, breathing hard. Now he no longer had the look of a lowly taxi driver. He was regal and dripped with vigor."I see... that's your friend," Elena commented in keen observation. She got no reply from Isaiah, whose eyes were glued to the dangerous-looking people outside who had his friend hostage. "Please don't do anything to him," Isaiah cried out. His voice was shaky. "I beg

The men stepped back from Kate whilst Isaiah had collapsed on his knees, hopeless, as his friend laid on the floor bleeding."Oh, poor boy," Kate whispered to herself, staring at Isaiah. She tore her eyes away and focused on her master, Elena, who nodded her head in approval. Something passed between them that no one else noticed. She had just been given the go-ahead to kill anyone who came too close."Come on, what are you wimps afraid of?" Severus barked, now holding a kale in his hand. "Now that the only civilian around is dead, we can now blast this place up no matter what they do. We have the upper hand. Look at our numbers."Kate was ready to attack anyone that would dare come close. She thought of Severus as a madman. One that had his foot in his mouth. One minute he was saying he was ready to sacrifice whomever, whether civilians or so. Another minute he was talking about how there were no other civilians around so they could rip the place to pieces. It was beyond obvious t

"You will die," Kate hissed at Luke, who was now trying to wriggle out of her arms. She wasn't trying to hold him back. "It doesn't concern you," Luke snapped, dropping out of her arms to the concrete floor. She let him fall down with no hint of her even attempting to help him before. He coughed. His throat burned harshly "Your throat just got healed; you shouldn't talk so much," Elena advised. "If you keep trying to speak, you will only get yourself more hurt.""Don't tell me"—Luke coughed—"what"—he coughed again, holding his throat as if he could stop the stinging by doing just that—"what to do."Elena laughed, her nose pinched as she broke into the conversation between the both of them, finding the whole ordeal amusing. "The person you want to save wants to die," she said, eyes narrowed at the thin boy, her hand covering her mouth in the way women of status usually did.He eyed her poisonously. "What are you looking at?" He snapped. His face was dirty. There was blood on his shir