Those men in green hold Mama, Jean and I at gunpoint. Jean lowers her head, “What happened to you people?” A man with a scar above his eye smirks, “Too bad Jon and Dave ran away before we could turn them too.” “You leave my boy-“ They all laugh as I run my fingers through my hair.
I stammer, “Diesel’s gonna stop you guys.” They all smile, “He didn’t make it out.” A firefight sparks up in the distance and Mama smiles at me. “He’s coming for us!” The scarred man smiles, “Rook’s an old war buddy. He’s killing your friends as we speak.” Mama speaks with a stern tone, “And you’re Knight.” He smirks, “But you can call me your very public executioner. Here’s the lovely order.”
He marches in and grabs my hand. Jean screams and tugs on my other arm. He leans in and smacks her. I bite his hand and a blade goes near my eye.
I tremble as he puts his blade away, then stares into my very soul with his big blurry eyes, “I changed my mind, kid.” The white part of his eyes widen, “I’ll make sure you watch as I slowly kill the hag, then the blond.” Tears roll from my eyes and he pinches my cheeks hard, “And then I’ll finally move onto the little girl.”
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He grabs at my mouth, “Open.” I press my lips and he pinches my nose shut, then forces pliers into my mouth as Mama and Jean beg for him to stop. “Then I’ll parade you by the FUCKING teeth!-“ I moan at the pain and follow him by my back tooth to avoid losing it. “And teach you not to FUCKING bite!” I scream and grab his arms as he quickly rips the tooth from my mouth. I sob and fall to the truck’s floor.
He drops the tooth at my hands and gurgles up spit from above, then a loud gulp. “Not even worth my spit.” He sits down and I scoot away from him, Jean cries while hugging me from behind, but all I can do now is stare at the blurry blob that made us cry. He moves, “You can hate me all you want. Once we get to DC, you’ll be on live TV! I’ll make you into an infamous demon child that died for his treasonous crimes.” I grab my forearm tight as I tremble. I’m so weak, blinded by fog. I’m not strong enough to kill them.