Author's POV
Allan didn't know exactly what was going on, but that gunshot sound could only mean one thing: invasion.
This was the perfect opportunity to escape. Allan wasn't brave enough to go out in the middle of the shootout, so he decided that when the sound of the shots died down, he would find a way to sneak out.
You didn't need to be a genius to know that Metralha was the target of this invasion and would probably be killed, so he wouldn't go after Allan. Allan would finally be free. He had no idea what to do with all that freedom, but that was a problem for later.
He heard the shots intensify, then he heard a voice that made his legs tremble. He couldn't quite understand what the voice was saying, but he knew it didn't matter because in the end nothing would change. He smiled sadly.
Allan locked the door to his little room and tried to make as little noise as possible, staying alert until the noise subsided.
What Allan didn't expect was that he would fall asleep, which happened quickly, as soon as the sound of the shots subsided and his body couldn't take the tension and exhaustion anymore.
Allan woke up startled. He couldn't believe he had fallen asleep in the middle of a shootout. He didn't know how long he had been asleep, or if it was safe to come out.
He was distraught, thinking that he might have missed his only chance to escape, when he heard the sound of the doorknob turning. His muscles tensed, his body started to tremble, and he couldn't move a muscle.
Then, after a crash, the door opened and Allan saw that mountain of tattooed muscle walking towards him.
Allan could only think about how strong he was and that he wouldn't be able to take a beating from that man. He looked fierce and cruel. Allan was terrified, thinking about everything that could happen to him if that man got angry.
When the man got close enough, he held out his hand. Allan knew what was coming. He had been through this countless times. He knew he was going to get hit. But that hand outstretched over him was huge. One slap from that man would finish Allan off, so despair took hold of the smaller man, who decided to beg for his life.
He crouched down and shielded his face between his legs, already feeling despair taking over his mind, crying softly, he begged.
"Please don't hit me! Please, I'll do whatever you want, just don't hit me."
Santo's POV
"Well, what a little bitch. He's already making offers just to avoid getting beat up. This one is capable of doing anything to save his own skin. But this guy here ain't no fool, not with me. I'm gonna rip the mask off this faggot right now!"
I leaned down, grabbed the kid's arm and made him look into my eyes.
And that, my dears, was the biggest mistake I ever made in my life.
Those eyes paralyzed me. They were like a flame. The more I looked, the more trapped I became. His eyes were a very deep, clear green. His eyes begged me for help with a despair that left me disconcerted.
I managed to pull myself together when I noticed his tears and saw him trembling. I looked closely at the boy and saw that I hadn't observed him properly the first time I looked at him.
He was very thin, his bones were protruding, and his face was scarred. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his voice was weak.
I had no idea what this kid was, but he wasn't one of Metralha's faithful. There's something going on here, and I'm going to find out.
"What's your name, kid?"
I asked firmly. I didn't shout so as not to scare him, but I'm not going to show weakness in front of him either, not his or anyone else's.
"Allan, sir."
"Allan what? Where did you come from? Where are your parents, your family?"
"I don't know, sir. They've only ever called me Allan for as long as I can remember. I don't have a family and I've always lived here."
"It just gets better," Santo said.
Author's POV
Santo thought the boy seemed harmless, so he decided he'd send the kid back to his family, but he doesn't have one and doesn't even know who his family is.
"Damn! What am I going to do with him now?" Santo thought.
He looks more like a prisoner than a follower. Something's wrong with this story. This kid's trouble. Santo could feel it in his bones.
But there's nothing to be done. Until I find out what this kid is hiding, he'll be under Santo's watchful eye.
Allan's POV
The big, tattooed guy seemed to be having a conflict in his thoughts, and all I could think about was what my life would be like from that moment on. But something told me the big guy wasn't going to let me go that easily.
Being there was nothing new, only the circumstances could change, for better or worse, and that was what I wanted to know. I puffed out my chest with all the courage I could find, but I couldn't control the fear and my voice came out trembling. Still, I asked:
"What are you going to do with me?"
"I haven't decided yet. For now, you stay as you are, do what you always do, while I see what I do with you."
The big guy was already walking out the door when he stopped and looked at me with a coldness that froze my insides:
"If you try anything funny, I'll send you to pay Metralha a visit six feet under."
I swallowed hard. Even if I wanted to say something, I couldn't. I just nodded, and collapsed on the floor, my legs weak as soon as the giant, tattooed man walked out the door.
"Man, I'm so screwed!"
"But there's no point complaining now, Allan. Calm down and go about your business. The last thing I need now is to make the big, tattooed guy mad at me. If he lays a hand on my face, he'll break my nose."
Author's POV
Allan hurried to calm down and tidy up his little corner as best he could. He went to the corner, got his bucket, did his personal hygiene and went to the kitchen hoping with all his might that Maria would be there with her warm smile to make his day a little better.
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