Herro! I'm off schedule (Again) ;u; Also I've got my own computer so I can update more often without having my family occupying it all the time (Which is why I didn't upload last week, I've forgotten whether it was just that week or for two weeks...eh) but I have to get a mousepad because my mouse doesn't work on my table so I won't start properly using my computer until maybe next week. Anyways, hope you enjoy!
"Aah!"
Morro jumped and sat up on his bed in a flash. He breathed heavily in his position.
Was everything just now...a dream?
A muffled sigh could be heard from his left. Morro looked to see his sister asleep at his bed, only she was sitting on a chair and leaning onto the bed using her arms as a pillow. Ezra was also sat at a chair but against the wall, his legs were spread wide and his head turned back, snoring slightly.
The child looked at his bed to see himself covered with a thin, blue duvet instead of the comfy, beige duvet on his own bed.
He was in the MTF-initials for Medical Treatment Facility. That was where the hired medical experts worked: doctors, surgeons, dentists-you name it.
"M-Morro?..."
In response, Morro looked to his right to the voice's source.
It was Simon.
The child rubbed his eyes and looked around.
"Where am I?..."
His head, knees and elbows were wrapped with bandages-there were little traces of blood showing on most of them, he hadn't been badly hurt at least.
So it wasn't a dream...
"Simon!" He called.
He tried to lift himself out of bed, but everything began to ache, especially his arm.
"What...happened to you?" The boy raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
Simon gestured to the mirror.
Morro too had bandages in the exact same areas as Simon, but his arm was an exception. It was fully covered with a cast.
"That dog..." Simon stared at him.
"What?"
Ezra was now awake yawning loudly at his chair, Kurumi's eyelids opened at the noise.
"Ezra, do you mind?" She scolded him, half asleep.
"What? I just woke up! Can't a man yawn in peace?" He pouted.
Kurumi sighed, she turned to her younger brother and her expression changed to a look of concern from a worried mother.
"Hey goofball, how are you feeling?"
"...Ok I guess. My arm hurts."
"Well no kidding, that dog roughed you up pretty good, and if we hadn't been there that officer would've shot the hell out of you."
"Wait what? I'm so confused! A dog attacked you?"
The three turned to Simon whose bed was positioned next to Morro's.
"Oh yeah, you were involved as well." Ezra recalled "What's your name?"
"Simon."
"Cool. This little gremlin's name is Morro, he's shy and a bit cold at first but-"
"I know."
Ezra raised an eyebrow at him.
"But you just met him yesterday; didn't he try to save you from those policemen?"
"Well...no. I've known Morro for a long time now, and we were both being chased by the police."
Kurumi stared at Morro with threatening eyes "So this is what you've been doing for the past month instead of showing up to the sessions. Don't think we don't know. We went straight to your carer when you went missing-she said you never showed up to a single session. Tell me the truth young man, just what were you doing outside?! You know it's dangerous!"
Ezra and Kurumi looked at him expectantly.
"...Yeah, I lied. Simon and I meeting was a complete accident though. Last month I saw a huge group of fetchers, I thought you guys were there so I wanted to say hi before you left. I spent way too long and ended up getting mixed with the crowd, I was trapped in the tunnel. I came outside through the drain and saw Simon outside. We started talking and we just kept meeting up over and over again. I hate being stuck indoors all the time, and even though the outside is dangerous, I miss it...you guys wouldn't understand since you go outside every day."
The two stared at him, a little surprised.
"Not to mention you're liars! I know what you really do. It explains everything: you weren't in the fetcher group last month and you were with assassins yesterday. You lied to me didn't you? You're not going outside and getting supplies, you're KILLING people! Don't try to hide it from me just because I'm ten!"
The room fell silent.
Both of them didn't know what to say.
Kurumi spoke up "I'm sorry...I-We thought that you were way too young to understand, and I thought that you'd hate us for it."
"Plus, we didn't want you to do the same job when you do your assessment. We don't enjoy our job-sure it's revenge-but it's not enjoyable." The teenage boy added.
"I know...I just wish you'd been honest. Just because you do it, doesn't mean I'll suddenly want to."
The black haired girl sighed "I understand."
The door opened and a doctor and nurse entered the room, Lucas followed from behind.
"How are you doing boys?" The doctor asked the two.
The woman put her hand on Simon's forehead to check his temperature; she did the same for Morro.
"You're still injured but your wounds are only minor, you should be good to go." She turned to the green streaked boy "Morro needs to stay here for a few more days so we can keep an eye on his arm."
"What happened to Morro's arm madam?" Simon asked politely.
"A German shepherd bit and tore into it, he had such a deep wound that his bone cracked. We needed to disinfect his arm, stitch it and put it into a cast. But he'll be ok." She smiled.
"We need to talk about your accommodation little boy." Lucas remarked "I don't know who you are but you were being attacked by police, so you're poor. I'm Lucas Maynard, leader of this rebellion, that's 'Sir' to you. You'll be living here from now on."
Morro bit his lip nervously.
"I'm living...here? But what about my parents? They haven't been too good to me but I don't want them to worry either, that is if they do..." He trailed off.
"Well sorry, we can't go on a wild goose chase for them. You're on your own I'm afraid; I'll make sure you have a roommate who'll look out for you."
"I shouldn't even be here. I'm sorry for wasting your time, but I should get going. My nurse is expecting me for-"
"Shut up!" Morro hissed.
The doctor, nurse, Lucas, Kurumi and Ezra all stared at his friend.
"Did you just say...Nurse?" The medical nurse questioned.
"Yeah! He's a slave at the mansion above us; he has a nurse who monitors him. But when she goes outside he comes outside and talks to-"
Simon shushed him and shook his head.
"I can't lie; I'm not poor so I don't deserve help or anything. In fact, I'm rich. My parents are one of the richest in my area. We have servants, and occasionally, slaves work for us. I'd love to stay here, but someone like me shouldn't be here. Thank you for the bandages though." He answered politely.
The whole room stared at Simon in utter shock.
"You're...rich? D-Did I hear that correctly?" The doctor stuttered.
"That explains the clothes..." Ezra muttered. He changed his tone of voice and turned to Morro "You're telling me that your friend is the son of a rich family whom YOU decided to trust for God knows what?! Do you realise who he is?! He could've KILLED you Morro, what were you THINKING?!"
"Calm down Kizakura. This problem can be solved easily. We can't let him go back otherwise we're not safe with someone like him knowing about us. So this is our only option."
"So, we're going to have a rich boy live with us?" The nurse guessed.
"No, don't be ridiculous."
The leader pulled out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it straight at Simon's head.
Morro's irises decreased in size, his pupils began to shake violently.
"NOOOO!" He screamed.
