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Dylan's
POV
I don't know what came over me; but in the next few confusing
blurred out seconds, I fell down; weak and helpless.
There was a loud roar of a gun, and then a surging pain had
entered into me through my left shoulder.
I had just been shot? Hadn't I?
Even if I had; the bullet whisked right in, and right out;
leaving a huge gaping empty hole in the upper part of my body,
close to my neck.
I could feel the intense heat of eyes glaring at me, even though
I was facing away from them, and could not see them- but that
didn't mean I couldn't feel them staring at me?
"DYLAN!" I heard someone scream from behind me. Unknown?
My head felt dizzy, and then next thing I knew; I was falling to
the ground and collapsing onto it.
Another yell from from the weak hearted girl's throat. "DYLAN!"
She yelled, her screams getting louder.
I tried to close my eyes and let the cool black darkness over me.
It wouldn't harm to let the drowsiness come over me and take away
my senses and mind. Would it?
My eyes squinted tightly and then let loose, when a dark shadow
hung over me. "Yep, he is dead," A deep voice said and then I
heard the soft crunching on grass and leaves, as the man walked
away.
Sadly, those were the last things I heard...
Scarlett/Unknown's
POV
"Yep, he is dead," Brett's worker worked his sly smile as he
walked over to his post, where he was meant to stand; the
guard/worker only had one job, which was to guard Brett and
Sirois Mandeth till the last breath; he was there to protect the
two men just like all the other workers.
I looked down at my feet, repeating those wise words which Nick
used to tell me. Nick. He was dead. And there was nothing more I
could do, but pray that I don't end up like him.
'The higher up you take yourself, the harder you'll fall back
down after trying; but remember that every time you fall, you get
stronger not weak'
His loud crackle distracted my thoughts. "How about I tell you
everything, my dear, Unknow- Oh..I'm so sorry, Scarlett," Sirois
chuckled, tipping his head back, emphasising his fine line of a
jaw structure under the golden blaze of the sun.
My name was Scarlett. My real name is Scarlett. I caught on that
fact a little while ago with Dylan; somehow the name coming out
from Dylan's mouth soothed and calmed me down; my name coming out
from Sirois's mouth just made my blood go bitter.
"Ms. Scarlett Cromwell; Your second question was, about 'Your
birthparent'?" Sirois's cold voice entered my head again. "Your
mother's name was Agatha Cromwell, who is also Elizabeth
Cromwell's sister. Elizabeth is Brett's mother. They were both
twins..." He wasn't looking at me, but something is Sirois's tone
almost carried a sort of sympathy for me.
There was small coughs from around me. Everyone was quiet; they
were all listening to mine and Sirois's conversation. No word was
spoken from the enormous crowds around me.
What did they think of me? Their leader? Their saviour? Surely
only I had the guts right now to talk to Sirois. And where was
Alex, and his little brother; the two boys I met when I was
trapped inside with Josh... Josh?! Where is Josh now? Dylan said
that he was safe...But now Dylan is gone.
Tears were welling up but I managed to blink some back, and put
them away before they would start rolling down my cheeks.
"David Brown Cromwell was your father, but also a thorn in the
middle between me and your mother," Sirois's normal sarcastic
voice was going dark and cruel.
"After you came along, as a mistake; a pure accident; David and
Agatha got married; leaving me. So I married your mother's
sister; if I couldn't have your mother, at least I could have her
sister. Brett came along and then we found Dylan is a adoption
centre," His eyes looked at Dylan's dead body on the floor.
"I pity him, I thought he was my son; I treated him like my own-
and he went for you...Traitors," Sirois looked at the floor,
disgusted.
"So, why did you destroy my town?" I whispered.
He laughed. "Why are you asking questions, when you know the
whole story, sweetheart?" A smirk glided across his cheeks.
"Revenge; sweet and simple, revenge," Vengeance blurring into a
blaze in his eyes, filled with a fiery breath of darkness.
"So you killed them all?" I asked again. I wanted this
conversation to go on longer.
Who knows; maybe that way I will live longer?
24 days...It took me 24 days to post the next
chapter... Really really sorry :'(
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Brett was standing at the rooftop, ready with his gun,
aimed towards me.
This is going to be a fight. A bloodthirsty fight. A very
bloodthirsty fight.
Confused eyes looked at each other, meeting one another- Everyone
who stood on this dead green field was confused, more confused
and confused.
I was scared, and shocked and puzzled. This was meant to be an
exit. But it only lead to our deaths, and right into the hands of
Brett.
Dylan's arm slid around my shoulder. "Don't move," He whispered;
and dared to breath.
"What do we do?" Were the only words that managed to escape my
mouth.
Everything was happening way too quickly, and time wasn't in our
grasp; it was more in the Mandeths's clutch.
"Just leave everything, to me," He was whispering; his voice so
calm, even though of the circumstances that were right before
us.
"How? What? I don't get it," My eyes couldn't leave Brett's face,
and his hands, that were holdign the gun, aimed at me. "What are
you going to do?"
I could feel a smile tip up on Dylan's face; a smile that
required a lot of mastering to perfect- the curves of his mouth
tipped up, and he glistened his white pearly teeth at me.
"Like I said," He mumbled. "Leave it to me," There was a sort of
hope and inspiring courage in his words, that forced me to
believe and listen to him.
"Okay, I'll go with what you just said, but..." My words drifted
off, as Brett's finger moved towards the trigger; his
determination so solid and heavy. "What do we do with Brett?"
I could feel Dylan smile once more, and then he whispered those
last words. "Just believe me, Scarlett,"
Scarlett...
The name sent shivers down my spine. A good sort of feeling, I
guess. A soft tingling sensation, with warmth enveloped with
it.
"Scarlett?" I whispered, keeping cool, but the excitement
couldn't be locked in. I had no idea what got me so happy about
Dylan calling me Scarlett?
"That's your real name," He whispered. "It's not Unknown; it's
Scarlett," His warm breath made its way to my neck and then my
ear.
Thats a very pretty name. I guess? "Scarlett," I whispered again;
feeling myself ooze off. Why was I so happy? "How do you
know?"
Dylan grinned. "Brett knew your real name, since the day he saw
you," A pause. "He knew that your name wasn't Unknown, but
Scarlett," Another pause, but this pause was longer. "You have to
get out," There was a sudden demand in his voice.
"But I can't," I muttered. "Brett is standing right there with a
gun, with 100 people standing right behind him; ready to shoot
me, if Brett misses his aim," I could feel a tear welling up. I
didn't know whether the tear was because of anger or fear.
"This is what we do," He whispered, not daring to move. "I'll
stop Brett and then trigger off the alarm at the door," His head
motioned towards the door, where a small lever appeared. When was
that there?
"Whats that thing gonna do?" I asked.
"It will shut off the entrances, from where any of the remaining
hundreds of guards can come in from,"
I nodded my head, trying to catch on. "And what if you get
shot?"
"Give or take," He smiled again.
I closed my eyes, letting a silent prayer escape my mouth.
"Please God, please; let me and Dylan out from here, safely,"
Cold, dark, scared and out of control; I raised my finger at
Brett, who stood there with a smile.
"Any last words?" He said, moving closer.
I nodded my head and strided at him, with a look that could be
passed as confidence or brave, if only my knees were shaking as
if there was no tomorrow.
"I want to know everything about my life," I whispered. "My whole
life," I said again. "My birth parents, my town, my friends; My
real life; How Nick took me in; How you came into my life with
Dylan and your father, Sirois Mandeth," A bitter taste formed in
my mouth as I said 'Sirois Mandeth'; the name of the man, who I
hated more than anything.
Brett tipped his head back and laughed; his white teeth
glittering in the sunlight rays. I watched at his golden hair,
looked lighter with light bronze highlights. "If that's what you
need, then that's what you will get...Expect-" His voice was cut
off with the sound of a gun.
But the trigger hadn't been pulled by Brett.
I looked to my side, and saw Dylan, on the floor, face down and
away from me. Dead.
A dark shadow stood behind him. "How about I tell you about your
past, Ms. Scarlett," Sirois snickered, as he walked towards me,
holding the gun, that had shot Dylan.
Sorry for the late delay, guys. Exams, studying and
laziness took over me.
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"Let go," I whisper, trying to untangle myself, but
their clutch is too tight, and I have no choice but to be dragged
by them; leaving Josh and Brett inside, and behind.
"AFTER HER!! THE GIRLL!! UNKNOWN!! GET HERR!!" I hear Brett yell,
he sounds like he has just won a bloody fight.
That means..."JOSH!!" I let out a yell, and find people who are
running and shoving past each other to share glances and then at
me.
"Don't say his name," The person holding my wrist, hisses at me.
"He is fine, but he won't be if you yell like that,"
I raise my eyebrow. "What? That doesn't make any sense,"
"Everything will make sense," He whispers, coming into the light,
to show his face. "Time will reveal everything,"
"Dylan?"
A grin takes over his face. "How did you know it was me?" I can
find us both coming to a stop from all that running.
"Maybe because you always give weird advices like that," A laugh
escapes my mouth, and even though we are standing in the middle
of the hallway- which will decide whether we die or not; I feel
calm.
Children, adults, workers are all running; they are all prisoners
trapped in this cage thirsty for death death.
But me and Dylan are just standing in the middle, with two rooms
opposite sides to us. One from where we ran from, and where
others are coming from, and then other is the exit: to our
safety.
We are so close to your exit, our freedom; that one room, just a
few footsteps away from us.
Instead we choose to stand here, and wait. But wait for what?
Death? Freedom? Liberty? None of those but: The end.
The end of everything. The end of these problems. And maybe even
the end of our lives.
"Why did we stop?" I ask, trying to examine Dylan's eyes again,
which are ever so lush green at this point, filled with new
sensitive orange and auburn colours, his eyes were turning from a
new spring's green to a more autumn.
He smiles, and then takes my wrist again, while looking into my
boring aqua blue eyes. "I want to know something," Dylan
whispers.
I squint my eyes. What kind of a question could be more important
than our lives at risk at this point and specific moment of time?
"What?" I ask, making sure that Brett and his group (or workers,
I should say) aren't running there way towards us, ready to
kill.
"When you were talking about your mother with Sirois; Do you
think everything with his and your mother is true?"
"What? What are you talking about?" I ask, now I'm really
confused. Right now, I just wanna reach that door and get out of
here, safely. I don't want to die.
Am I being selfish?...No. I'm not. Life has been selfish to me.
Taking everyone I know away from me. Everything. Everyone. And I
don't want to be like them. I don't want to die.
The only two people I can trust at this point is Josh and Dylan.
But who knows? They can be taken away from me as well.
I haven't heard about Josh...Just hope he is okay. I had to leave
him. With Brett. To fight. And so far, it seems as if it was
Brett that won the fight. No...No.. Josh is okay. He is.
Seriously. He is. Calm down, Unknown. Josh is okay.
"Unknown...Unknown...UNKNOWN!" Dylan waving his hand in front of
my face to attempt to get me back to reality was failing until he
yelled my name in my face.
"Huh? Yeah?" I whisper, still trying to make out everything.
"Yeah, I guess it was, but he just didn't want to admit it," I'm
staring desperately at the door. Waiting for the moment we will
run and get out of this place, to our safety.
Thats it!
"Come, let's go!" I grab Dylan's arm and push my way through the
never ending crowds; and soon make my way out, outside, to
freedom, to a safe, secure place.
"Why did you drag us out?!" Dylan is yelling at me. But why?
"Because I don't want us to die!" I shout back, flapping my arms
to show the sunny day; where we're safe.
His eyes are dark and angry. "You will never be safe here,"
Dylan's voice is deep and commanding. "This is not an exit, it's
a death field," His head motions up, where my eyes turn to as
well.
For a second, I thought I was meant to be looking at the sky. But
no. There was something worse.
Just above us; on the rooftops of this palace like building,
which was surrounding us in a circle; were men. Men standing,
armed with guns, pointing down at us.
It takes me a minute to realise that we've just been trapped. All
of us. This was meant to be an exit but it lead us straight to
our deaths.
There is a rotting smell of blood, and I see the corpses, rotting
in the sun's heat. I feel sick.
"Where..?" I stop talking because there is no point.
This is like one of those gladiator fields (amphitheatres) from
the Roman times. Where the gladiator would fight for his life in
those amphitheatres.
Brett was standing at the rooftop, ready with his gun, aimed
towards me.
This is going to be a bloodthirsty fight.