The light emitting from the small opening was enough to keep Rupert up. All that was in his thought was the kids, where they safe? Will they find food? Would they be okay?
Dam the police, dam the choices he made to get him here and turn him like this. The only right thing he made, and he couldn't even finish it. He just had to make it into the forest and give the kids enough food to last them a week, so he could have time to get them to their father, where they were safe.
Now, he was trapped and doomed to die and remember it all. If only he never bumped into that grumpy old man, if only he could escape through the window. If only he could help them. The kids will have been safe with their father.
He felt useless, useless, and useless.
He looked at the last piece of bread in his hands, as he fiddled around with it. The only thing he can do is tell them, say all he knew. The father needs to know the truth.
That's all he was useful for, all he could do.
The door to his cell opened, and the bells from the nearest church rang and rang, marking the time of his departure.
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Abandon
Historical FictionDeath comes for us eventually. The creatures didn't know they were just pawns in a game of lies. Their mother, dead, their father one step closer to it. For the two innocent creatures, death is near if they can't see the truth. The thieves, frien...
