My own big brothers, my idols. the boys who had kept bullies afar and thuroughly interrogated every boy i brought home. the three kids who helped my world turn.
and they kidnapped us. they became horrible scum bag monsters. thats all that they were.
“No Killian. I dont want to hear it.” I said, refering to Killians quiet, reassuring murmuring. it brought me back to a time of summer nights camping out under the starts, building tree houses, playing cards with my best friend. Killian had always had a special talent, an ability to calm anyone down, and make even the bleakest situation brighter.
but not now. this was beyond bleak. this was black. this was like the ominous shadows that threaten to over take your room in the midst of waking up from a nightmare. this was the thick dark smoke of a snuffed out fire. ths was the echoing sound of a slap.
this was hidiouesly horrid.
and it was time it ended.
“Killian…” I said turning back to him. he raised his head.
“Yeah?”
“We need to get out of here. now.”