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Running.
Running.
Running.
Free? Finally free? After so long we are free?
Running with all their hearts down that long, long, long tunnel. It went on forever, but they didn’t care. Each step echoing off the brick walls, in harmony with the laughs and cheers of joy. Hand in hand they continued to run.
“We are freeeeeee!!! Finally freeee!!” The one with pink hair exclaimed with emotion for the first time in his life. The other laughed his sweet honey laugh. They were feeling things, they were feeling everything. Love, hate, joy, but never sadness and despair. They were done with those emotions. Their whole lives have been filled with those emotions and those emotions only. The others forcefully taken away never to be seen again. Forgetting every time they were taken. They didn’t even know they could feel those emotions until today.
The black hair boy stopped, breathing heavily, his hand slipping out of the others hand. The other stopped but with a smile that could beat the sun. His hands raised to the sky, which was still the brick tunnel.
“We are gonna do it, Josh! We are gonna finally be free!” His voice full of hope and wonder. His eyes closing shut and his body spinning in circles. His spirit full of energy. Josh on the other hand, his spirit was drained. All the life and colour in his face gone. His body shaking. His eyes locked to a figure in the distance.
“T.. t.. tyler..” josh's voice trembling and still out of breath. Tyler’s eyes finding their way to Josh. Confusion replacing the joy.
“What?”
One word is all he spoke. His eyes follow Josh’s trembling hand pointing at the figure. Tyler’s sight locked on the figure. His pupils dilating from fear. In the distance stood a red cloaked figure with three others around it. Tyler’s voice cracked with each word he stuttered out.
“N…no n…n-no. He-he can’t be…” his body shaking with each step he took backwards. Josh still frozen in fear. With every blink the figures grew closer. In almost a split second they were there in front of the two boys. Their bodies once filled with emotions, now all they could feel is despair.
Hands grasped Tyler’s throat from behind. Any words he wanted to scream were no longer verbal. Tyler watching with fear, tears falling. Everything blurring. The red cloaked figures and the black haired boy now on his knees with blood dripping from his face. Tyler’s hands latched onto the ones around his throat. Struggle to remove them. Nails scratching, digging and ripping into the hands around him. Trying to break free but they didn’t even move. With every movement he was losing oxygen. With every failed scream he was losing oxygen. And finally he was out. Head falling limp.