Hey guys, my new story here. It's gonna be a multi-story chapter going by one or two paragraph at a time. (I've wrote this story once already in my book :P) Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it and sorry if you have to wait a while for new chapters.
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Italic text - Thoughts
Him. Why did it have to be him? Burn struggled to keep a straight, serious face as he pointed the gun at the crying boys head. He wouldn't stop crying, and for some unknown reason, Burn couldn't bring himself to shoot him. I'm being stupid! He thought, It's either him, or me... He pressed the gun to the boys head. Burn looked over his shoulder at the man watching him. The man smiled and nodded, signalling for him to continue. As he looked back at the boy he noticed his hand trembling, the boy had noticed too and had stopped crying. Burn sighed and dropped his hand to his side, the gun hanging loosely. "You're an idiot...Out of all the people, you're the one to cry." The boy seemed confused and for the first time since finding him, he opened his mouth to speak. One word. One stupid, idiotic word. "Please..." Burn looked down at the gun in his hand then back up at the boy. "What's your name?" He didn't know why he asked him that when he already knew. But he did. The boy replied, just as quietly as before. "Gazelle." Burn looked back at the man. He was getting impatient now and Burn laughed mentally. "A weird name, never mind, just come on." Before gazelle could even register what was happening, Burn grabbed his hand, and they both ran down the deserted street. He looked back at the man and saw that he and some of the other men that had been with him were chasing them. They were all armed. Gazelle finally managed to match his speed and they both raced round a corner, the men close behind.
As they turned left into an alleyway, Gazelle started worrying. "Are you sure you know where you're going?" He looked at Burn and was surprised to see him smiling. Burn looked back and stopped when there was no sign of the men. "I think we lost them for now, and don't worry, I know this place perfectly." He smiled again and gazelle couldn't help but smile back. They started walking, neither of them realizing they were still holding hands. There was still no sign of the men as they got closer to the house and Burn started getting nervous. He didn't show it though, because Gazelle was scared enough and he didn't need that to add to his fear. They stopped at the gates and Burn looked around, unconsciously tightening his grip around the gun. Still nothing, and it was unusually quiet. They slowly walked through the gates and started crossing the grounds. It was weird. the grounds were usually bustling with servants and maids. Their footsteps on the cobbles seemed too loud for them to be theirs. But they were. Burn released Gazelle's hand and reached for the door handle. Gazelle watched as he hesitated to open it. "Don't worry, I'm here as well." As he said it, he reached up and put his hand over Burn's. This made him blush lightly and smile, and together they opened the large door. They walked in and closed the door behind them. It closed with a loud bang. Burn looked around the room slowly. No sign of anybody. He made his way to the stairs and stood at the bottom. He absently traced the carved patterns in the wood of the banister as he looked up the stairs. Gazelle followed him, too scared to be left behind. Burn started up the stairs, knowing full well where he was going. "Up one floor, make a left, and through the third door on the right." He said to himself. Gazelle looked at him confused. "What's in there?" Burn just looked at him and smiled. The two boys proceeded the said way in silence. Burn threw the door open and walked in. A sudden overwhelming seriousness had appeared in the atmosphere and so Gazelle hung back in the doorway. He watched as Burn searched through the cupboards and drawers. Gazelle opened his mouth to ask what he was looking for but Burn stopped and smiled. He had already found it.
So how was that? Good? Well, please review because I'd love to know what people other than my friends say about it. Thanks for reading it!