CHAPTER II
It was chaos. People run from all direction. Everyone was screaming.
"What happened?"
"They fired!" Mark, one of the protestors, was jerking my hand. His face was covered in dirt and what seemed to be blood. "They FIRED at us!"
"What?"
Dolan and I followed Mark to the Main Street Square, where the protest was going on since April. We arrived to a massive stand off.
On one side, across the Red Line Street, stood the patrols. On the other, the protestors.
"Dolan…"
"I know. They're wearing gas masks." He begun to move, but I caught his arm.
"Where are going?"
"I'm going to tell them to step back. This is not good. You know they are waiting for us to slip and if we do….." He paused and looked at me. I knew what he was going to say. I hesitated as an unfamiliar feeling came over me. My hearted skipped and my stomach turned into a knot. When I looked up, Dolan was no longer there. The wave of angry protestors, shouting and waving their fists in the air, swallowed him whole.
"I'm going to tell others as well!" said Mark.
"Alright. I'm going left." Or at least I though I would.
The crowd current kept pushing me forward until I reached the "first flanks". I realized these people were the problem, they were the main interrogators. They were shouting taunts and profanity at the other side of the street.
That's the last thing we need - I thought - pissing them off…
"Stop it! Stop! You're provoking them!" I tried to over scream them, but they didn't hear me…or didn't want to. "HEY! STOP!" I grabbed one of them by the collar "YOU'LL CAUSE PROBLEMS!"
He pushed me.
A second later I was standing on the Red Line Street. Facing the patrols.