Turning Point pt. 1 &2
Prompts: Kitchen and Moss
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He had been sitting at the kitchen table, eating his eggs, when the thunder of approaching hooves interrupted their quiet morning. Mother had paled at the sound as Father rose from his seat to peer out the window, disturbing the curtains as little as possible.
"Zero," Father muttered, letting the fabric drop back down, "And he's got company."
Everything blurred after that, but he could still remember the way Father's eyes burned and the feel of Mother's hands on his shoulders, ushering him to his room. Outside, voices raised followed by the crash of breaking furniture.
All rest is history.
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Moss crept down through the grating that passed as a window. If he stood in just the right spot, he could see the suns.
"Mother-" He started, but upon catching sight of her, he stopped. She hadn't moved from where the Longcoats had left her after their last interrogation session.
Time passed in silence, broken finally when Mother took a deep, shuddering breath.
"He's gone, Jeb."
He tore his attention away from the sky, meeting Mother's hard gaze, "What-"
"It's just us now," She interrupted, pulling herself unsteadily to her feet, "And we're going to make them wish it wasn't."
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No Ownies.
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