Here we are with Ch. 2 of On the Run, enjoy!
No POV
"Were now entering level 1313" The pilot said over the intercom,
1313 a word that had come to mean home for a man named Nairon Elod
"Please grab any items brought on board before you leave"
As soon as he stepped out of the ship the smells immedietly hit him, the lack of fresh air.
But yet he was home.
Nairon's POV
Home sweet home, I thought as i stepped into my quaint little apartment. Sure it want the most luxurious place on Couracant, but there was more at stake here.
I walked over to the kitchen and set down my groceries that i had bought on ther surface.
Outside all you could see was thugs and lowlifes in the streets and allies.
Home
The problem was the fact that this wasnt home, at least not my real home.
Its late I better get some rest, and with that it mind i climbed into bed and went to sleep.
No POV
The next morning Nairon was out to get some alcohol from the cantina to have on hand.
He got to the cantina and sat down at one of the stools.
"I'm going to need a bottle of your finest alcohol", he told the bartender.
"Alright"
As he looked around he sensed something strange about this boy who couldnt be more then fifteen sitting in a corner table alone.
His suspicions grew further when he saw 3 thugs walking torwards him.
Nairons POV
They walked up to him and one of them said, "Do you have the money you owe us?"
"First no and second i dont owe you any money," the boy stated bravely.
Hes fairly brave Nairon thought Something that could get him killed.
"Your a defient one arent you," the thug said.
He then snapped his finger and the other two thugs grabbed the boy and threw him.
They then proceeded to punch the boy in the gut.
Unable to watch this anymore Nairon stood up, and just as he did the lights suddenly went out.
There were a few screams and about ten seconds later the lights came and there standing in front of the boy was Nairon.
"Come with me."
And there you have it, chapter 2. Please leave a review and tell me how im doing. Also fav and follow.