This chapter is abnormally short because I don't see the point making extremely long chapters for people that never bother to review for them. Seriously, guys. Have a heart? Like any other person, I like reviews for stuff that I tried my hardest and took a lot of my time for.
(Plus, I didn't have much time for this, so deal. Be happy that I decided to update this)
Now, in this tiny chapter, we see plans starting to wheel into motion, and I introduce a new original character (though his name is yet to be revealed).
Enjoy, and please review, advise, etc.
The square is empty. Smoke runs across the sky above it, flame and heat running through the buildings around the square. Buildings lie on their sides, toppled downwards and some crushed with massive bullets. Ashes are scattered everywhere, leaving poison in the smoke.
However, slowly, people begin to gather around the square.
The crowd looks up from the square as the two men step up on the balcony. Whispers erupt immediately, spreading as if contagious.
The younger looking man, the brown-haired one, raises a hand. The whispers stop abruptly, and the crowd falls silent as the young man steps up to the ledge. The black-haired one stays back, hands in his pockets.
The young man spreads his hands and calls out, "The despair that has happened today can never be repaired. The sins that have been committed here will never be forgiven." He looks around through the crowd. Women, children, and even the most muscular men are crying or shaking—from sorrow, from anger, or from the deepest of emotions, he cannot tell.
"But, citizens who have feared, do not do so any longer. From now on, I will lead you on with new strength."
A new bout of whispers ensued in the crowd before a brave young man steps forward. He only seems about fourteen years old, slight and nimble, with fingers long and elegant. His face, while slightly beautiful from traits inherited from his now deceased mother, is pale and streaked with ash.
He balls his bloody fists and calls up at the man in the balcony. "But, sir, how do we know if we can trust you to be our leader? And do you know what happened to Mr. Camelot? What of his family?"
The man nods. "I indeed know what happened to the Camelot's."
"Then what?" the younger yells up at him.
"What? What?" the crowd yells up at the man as well, their voices melding together.
He closes his eyes before opening them, their depths filled with grief and anger. "They ran from this town with the knowledge that this would happen. They cared only of the fact that they needed to save their own skins."
The young man is startled before hollering up, "That's a lie! They wouldn't do that! The Camelot's are—"
"How can you prove that it isn't a lie?" the man above calls out. "How can you prove what I have just said is not true?"
The young man below falls silent, stricken.
The brown-haired man shakes his head before continuing. "I know that you can trust me. I know who our enemies are—that should be enough."
The crowd gasps and begins to scramble among themselves, new whispers floating up and through the chaos.
"Who are they?" a woman yells out, her face wretched with grief. "I'll kill them all! They took my son from me! My daughter too!"
"My wife!" a man hollers. "My brother!"
The man raises his hands, and the crowd falls silent, expectant. "I need you to trust me first before I tell you."
"Why?" a boy calls out. "We just want revenge. You're nothing to us."
"Because I can lead you to them. Show them where they are. Formulate an unstoppable plan to destroy these enemies one by one."
The crowd roars, approving. Through their grief, they are blinded. They will trust this strange man and his companion, if only for a while, as long as they let them bring their precious one's killers to justice.
Only the young man is still skeptical, but he is wise enough not to voice his doubts.
The man smiles beautifully. "So, do you trust me?"
"Yes!" the crowd roars. "Yes! Bring our revenge to them!"
As they roar, only the young man sees the men's eyes turn black and their smiles stretch—
(just like demons)