A really short one shot about two of my favourite demolition boys
In the corner of the abbey a small boy sat curled up in himself trying to stem the flow of blood from his arm. The wound wasn't meant for his arm it was for his stomach. The guard had told him that before leaving him in a crying ball on the floor. The young boy had nothing but an old shirt to use on his wound the scratchy material kept moving slightly going into the wide wound causing him more pain.
He rubbed his red and already puffy eyes wishing he could just wake up to find this all to be a horrible dream. He wished he was home with his family not here in this dingy abbey clutching his arm which throbbed relentlessly.
"Mama" he cried finally allowing his tired and hurting head to rest on his knees.
"You ok?" a small voice by the door startled him. Looking up but not moving his head he saw the last person he expected to be there, the smallest member of the team. Shaking his head the taller boy let out a shuddering sob. Moving between the close bars the big nosed blader walked over to him laying his hands on the shaking back. "It's ok, don't cry" he tried to sooth his friend but it was quite difficult seeing as he and the crying boy were usually fighting.
"How can I not cry? The guard tried to kill me I only survived because I managed to block the knife with my arm." He turned grabbing the tiny boy's arms pulling him closer to him so he could cry on his chest
"What did you do?" the purple haired boy asked stroking the boy's hair
"I-I don't know?" he admitted. Feeling bad for his crying friend and being the only one able to fit through the bars in the cell doors he sat down with the boy holding his head to his chest and whispering reassurance.
The purple haired boy rested his head on the lilac hair, the owner of which he almost had to be paid to be friends with. Now though he felt closer to the boy than he ever had in the past for his friend didn't have any of the walls up he usually did. He could see that the boy was just like the others on the team, a scared kid without a family and no hope of ever being released from the prison they all knew they would die in.
After what seemed like an eternity the wounded boy cried himself to sleep like so many other nights in his short life except this time he wasn't alone.
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