"Tell them!" An elf screams. It's a boy, probably 13 years old, he has innocent green-blue eyes and messy blonde hair. I feel myself sigh in exhaustion. It's so sad that a little boy has to work like this.
His eyes are filled with anger, and I know it's not because of me. I feel something deep inside, behind that boys eyes there's disappointment, sadness and sorrow. I think of myself when I was fourteen. I remember a little girl, scared and alone in the world. A girl who was different, an outsider. I remember a girl who's hair was blonde, and her eyes brown. I remember a girl that never saw her father. I remember the hate she felt, when people talked about their hero-like-dad. I remember the anger, the sorrow, and the pain that was killing the little girl from the inside. I remember her struggling. I remember her, trying to fit in, by changing herself. I remember the little girl I was, and I'm reminded of the girl I am now. I sigh and look at the boy. He's standing with a whip, but I know that deep inside of him, he's afraid to use it. He never wanted any of this.
His clothes are dirty, and he's thin. I sigh again. "What's your name?" I ask.
The little boy hesitates. He looks at me in confusion. I shake my head. "Take a deep breath. Relax your shoulders. What's your name?" I say in a calm voice.
The boy takes a deep breath, and his shoulders relax. He closes his eyes, deep in thoughts.
He opens them, and I see the tiredness. He swallows hard, and his eyes meet mine. "it's okay" I say.
"Chris" He says. I smile friendly. "Hi Chris" I say.
Chris gives me a nervous smile. "Hi"
I sigh in relief. "do you know how to turn off the recorder? And cameras?" I ask.
Chris swallows, and nods. "claudere descendit" He whispers. I look impressed at him. "Latin?" I ask. Chris just nods. I sigh in relief. "Chris. It's okay. If you don't want to go through with this.. You can just run. There's a yellow house not far from here, it's my mothers. You can hide there, I promise. I'll figure something out, you don't have to go through with this" I say in a calm voice, even though I have no idea how to 'figure something out'. I can lie and say I killed him, but that wouldn't be right.
Chris looks at me in confusion. "Why do you wanna help me?" He asks. His voice is shaking. Bitter sweet like Calebs. I swallow hard, when I think of Caleb. "Because I know what it's like to be trapped. I know anger and I want to help you so you don't end up like me" I say, and I realize my voice is shaking too. Chris just nods. "I know the house" He says. I nod. "Okay. Give me the whip, set the alarm and run. Don't look back. You probably have about 10 minutes to get to the house.. " I say. Chris swallows hard, but hands me the whip. I grab it tightly. "It's okay.. It's okay Chris.. There's food there, and if you're scared, you can run over to Williams house. Noah'll be there. He's fine I promise. Tell him that I sent you." I say, and squeeze the whip in my hand until my knuckles turn white. I don't want to show him my fears, that it'll fail. I hear some loud noise, and my heart skips a beat and Chris jumps. "go" I command, and Chris runs out a door. A few seconds later, I hear an alarm. I sigh in relief. He's fast.
I turn the whip in my hand. I suddenly know what to do. I hear the door get knocked down, and I see Howard surrounded by the knights..
I sigh in relief, and turn the whip in my hand. I look at the familiar faces, and I smile..