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Once Bishop was gone-

No, dead.

Once Bishop was dead, finding his way out of the maze of white washed walls and bleach, was easy. He found his way to the roof and took his first breath of clean air.

The air stunk. It smelled of wet leaves and smog. The odor of burned coffee beans lingered stronger when the air came from the north.

It took him several moments to gain his bearings, supporting himself by holding on to the brick support. His body wasn't weak, at least not as weak as it had been. The weakness instead came from his mind, or his heart.

There was something about tasting the air he knew his brothers never would. He sat down heavily on the support he had previously held to. He had searched for more than an hour after killing Bishop. He had searched as long as he could before he risked being taken again by the force which had captured them to begin with.

He had to get back to his father. He owed his brothers that much To tell their father how brave they had stood. How proud he should be. How much they loved him and wanted to return.

He forced himself to his feet. Making himself take note on just where their prison had been located. He moved a few buildings over, across roof tops.

His movements were pained but accomplished.

He turned to look back at their prison.

JOE'S COFFEE SHOP

Best beans in town

No.

He stared in shock, turning to look at the surrounding land marks in detail.

No. Please don't be that cruel.

The pet shop on the corner cinched it.

They had been captured, tortured and … killed, 2 blocks from home.

More of a crowd gathered outside of the shop. He knew they would he out looking for him in force. He did not want to run, to leave his brother's bodies behind. He would come back for them. He made that promise to the night wind.

"I won't leave you, I promise"

His own voice sounded alien to his ears.

He had to make it back, if only to tell their father.

It was on that thought that he moved again into the night, finding the path with experienced feet. He was grateful his body knew the way, because his heart was broken and his mind was else where.

He didn't want to remember his brothers like this. ..

He didn't want to remember Mikey clinging to who ever he could grab in terror or pain. The panic when he found his arm removed. Or worse, the accusation that had come with his arrival. The heart breaking screams would be forever etched into his memory:

"WHERE WERE YOU?!"

"I SCREAMED FOR YOU!

YOU LEFT ME!

WHERE WERE YOU?

I NEEDED YOU!

HOW COULD YOU JUST LEAVE ME LIKE THAT!?"

"I SCREAMED FOR YOU!"

"Mikey, I tried….I swear I did."

Leo spoke as he moved, his eyes fighting to stay focused as exhaustion threatened to over come him. While he had been given time to recover, the few days of decent food could only do so much. The fight and escape had zapped what little reserve he may have gained.

One block from home.

Home.

TBC

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