DISCLOSURE:
Chapter One
He slammed the car door shut with full force.
"Get back in here!" an exasperated voice followed.
"Sergio…" his name left my lips slowly.
Although I wanted to call him back and tell him not to leave, to stay. To stay with me. Internally, I knew I could never make that request from him.
From the driver's side, my aunt Fiona opened the door and stepped out. The rain pouring down quickly starting forming dark grey spots on her long sleeved blouse.
"This is no time to act the hero! Get back in the car boy. Now!" she hollered after him.
Without stopping a moment to glance back at her, my older brother proceeded down the deserted street. I turned around in my seat to watch him through the back car window.
From the way he moved down the street in a quiet but forceful stride, I could tell he was determined. His dark curly hair was by now soaked and dripping with the falling rain.
By now, his curls were probably dropping down on his face streaming small currents of rain water down to his chin.
Exasperated, my aunt started stomping on the ground. Puddle water splashed everywhere. Too scared to run after the leaving form of her nephew, she called out
"Sergio you don't know what you are doing!"
"This isn't a child's game. These people are not like us! Get back now, we must go to the shelter!" she yelled louder, pulling at her sleeves in desperation.
From the way her voice cracked at the end, I felt she was at the verge of tears.
If you'd told me a year ago, that I'd see Aunt Fiona crying, I'd tell you to go to the psych ward. Being the youngest child, she'd had the most demanding demeanor of all her siblings. In the end this trait, along with her strong character and wit had propelled her to become one of the city's most recognized prosecutors. Hell, maybe even the state.
But today was not like the times from a year ago, at all.
Just then I heard my brother's voice say "No."
He had stopped some meters away, but his voice still carried.
"I know this isn't a game. It's because they are so unlike us, that I…" he growled stopping midsentence.
His right hand formed a fist slowly, the tension increasing as time passed.
That you feel you must do this…
The fist dissolved and he passed his hand over his face, as he regained composure.
"Go to the shelter Aunt Fiona. Make sure you and Ann get there, safely, and if God wills I'll see you again once this war is over."
His voice echoed through the lone dark street, the only occasional sound coming from the thunderclouds above.
Author's Note: Hello Readers! Thanks for following the story. Sorry on being somewhat vague still, I'll be introducing more of the situation and clearing things up next chapter. Do not worry.
Take care.
-Lex