Day after day passed with no one coming but food and drinks somehow appearing at the door.
“I’m going to check when the bus would come!” the boy stated as he opened the door. “You wait here!”
“Ok” Lou replied as he watch the boy leave. He wanted to go along but knew he would just cause issues. ‘What is going on. He would never abandon me’ Lou thought to himself as he sat down onto a step.
“Now what?”
After an hour passed and the boy never returned, Lou got up and made his way to the kitchen. Grabbing a bag Lou stuffed it with some food, bottled water and a first aid kit. Reaching the door, Lou took one last look inside of his new home before closing the door behind him as he left. Feeling the heat against his skin Lou begun to walk, following the road. ‘I hope the boy is alright’ Lou thought to himself as he quicken his pace. After a while the pain in his chest begun to force Lou to slow down and catch his breath. Just up ahead Lou thought he saw thee figures standing around. Ignoring the pain Lou quicken his pace, the figures begun to get clearer. There was the boy, he was being held up by the cuff of his shirt, struggling.
“Fiends like you should die!” was the last thing Lou heard before he shoved into the one holding the boy up.
Tripping over Lou yelled run as he slowly pulled himself up. Seeing that the boy was just sitting there with a horrified look on his face, Lou left the bag of stuff as he grabbed the boy’s hand and begun running.
“What the hell are you doing!” the boy screamed. “No one will be friendly with you if you don’t stop this!”
“Who gives a fuck!” Lou yelled back as he continued to pull the boy along.
The pain in his chest was getting worse but it was still bearable. He would rest once they were safe or find someone to help. The sound of running behind them and voices closing in made Lou realised he was slowing the boy down and could result in them both being harmed. Letting go of the boy’s hand, Lou stopped.
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“Keep on running and get help!”
Turning around Lou looked at the three people running in their direction before glancing back for a second.
“I need to buy some time for the boy!” Lou muttered to himself as he tried to find something.
There was nothing for Lou to use beside the pain was growing unbearable in Lou’s chest. ‘Guess I will have to make them feel pissed or something’ Lou thought as he crossed his arms. It was only a moment before the people arrived. Lou was slightly surprised that all three of them stopped in front of him instead of running pass after the boy.
“Guys what do you want to do with this brat?” one of them asked in a chilling voice.
Ignoring the chills running down his spine, Lou decided to try his best.
“He he what do you want to do?” Lou repeated. “Unless you are too stupid to come up with your own ideas!”
“Why you!” the person replied,
Noting the killing intention in their eyes Lou realised that it might be the best to run unless he wanted to be seriously injured or killed. Before Lou could move, he was lifted off the ground by the cuff of his shirt.
“Let’s kill him guys, what do you think?”
“Ha ha why not!” one of the other two replied as they pulled out a large, sharp knife.
“Nah stabbing him will be too easy!” the third commented.
“Guess you guys are too pathic to think of other methods instead of just stabbing me!” Lou replied in a cocky voice that he could barely mustered as the chest pain was increasing.
‘Shit if this doesn’t end soon, I’m going to actually fucking die’ Lou realised as he tried to kick the person and pull his fingers apart, nothing worked. The next thing Lou knew he was lying roughly on the ground, breathing heavily.
“Fuk” Lou muttered as he struggled to gasp in some breath. “Fuck.”
All Lou remembered afterwards was being beaten before passing out, either from the pain from the beating or his chest pain.