chapter fourteen :: to choose

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She was kneeling, palms flattened against the cold concrete floor, chest heaving in sporadic sobs

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She was kneeling, palms flattened against the cold concrete floor, chest heaving in sporadic sobs. Tears streamed down her face and her blonde hair hung in spidery strands in front of her icy blue eyes. A larger figure stood beside her, holding onto a leather leash that was tied securely around her fragile neck. A shiny pistol was pointed at the back of her head, the trigger hooked by her captor's hand.

In front of her, kneeled and bound, was the young man who had captured her heart in a way the cell she was trapped in never did. His soft, understanding brown eyes were turned away, avoiding the pain he knew he would cause her if he returned her gaze. His once white t-shirt was soaked and blotched by his own blood and his exposed skin was marred by torturous deeds. He was the hero of the story until his life was put into question by the one girl he had surrendered his whole hope to.

To the left of the hero was another young man. He, too, was tied and kneeling. His dark brown bangs swept across his equally dark eyes. His mouth was closed in a defiant manner, creating creases in his jawline. His eyebrows were furrowed, almost as if he was prepared for the following consequences. His soul was far more wayward than his fellow friends', but that did not mean his loyalty was one of dishonesty towards them. He was ready to die for the greater good.

"This is the final experiment, Hana," a voice whispered from the shadows. "You choose. Him or him."

Through a shaky reply, the girl cried, "It's not fair. You said you'd let us go. You said you would."

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