Papa, if you see this,
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Marcus looked around, trying to find a solution.
"Let's go upstairs." Nothing was gonna help. They would certainly check inside every house and this one, was no exception.
Rithe could tell he already understood that simply going upstairs wouldn't save them from this, but she nodded and headed up anyway. They'd deal with whatever came along when it happened.
Since 2 weeks ago, Marcus had practised his powers enough to handle some soldiers but for this he had to focus his mind which seemed fairly difficult with all the sudden stress.
Also, he could never beat an army. This was for sure.
"Everything's gonna be ok." He tried to assure Rithe, and himself.
Rithe could hear panic in Marcus' voice- and he was the strong one. This wasn't reassuring.
"Yeah, I know." Rithe agreed halfheartedly, and smiled. "We'll be just fine."
What was happening to him? This wasn't the right time to be afraid.
Maybe because this time they had come to kill...not just to capture them. It was much more serious this time.
"No!" A woman screamed from outside. She was being attacked.
Rithe felt her eyes go wide at the sound of the woman outside.
"Marcus!" she shrieked, grabbing onto his arm. "They're hurting her! We need to help!"
Marcus closed his eyes tightly, trying to focus.
"Stay here, ok? I'll be back. I promise."
He said, standing up.
Rithe held tightly onto his arm, not letting go.
"Stay here? Dude, I'm not staying in here alone. I'll use a fucking frying pan as a weapon." she growled.
No he couldn't leave her alone. He would never forgive himself if she was hurt.
"I'm here. I won't go." There were many others who needed help. Marcus couldn't help them all...although he was gonna feel really guilty for this. Really guilty.
"No, we need to go out there... like now. Use your mind thingy! You can throw some guys around, I'll club them with a frying pan, it'll be all good."
"There might be an army out there. I can't let you get out."
God. This was getting harder.
Gunfire...it filled the sky. Like a thunder...a thunder that brought blood instead of water.
"Well tough luck!" Rithe snapped, narrowing her eyes. "If people need help, I'm gonna help, with or without you!"
With that, she turned and ran back to the stairs, all the while looking for a weapon.
Bang. Someone kicked the doors open.
"Search the house, dispose of everybody you find. We need this city cleaned." Someone ordered and the footsteps showed the soliders entered the house.
Marcus had to focus...now, or never.
He grabbed Rithe's arm and ran to the bedroom, he had a simple plan.
"Sir! Someone's up there!" They'd heard his footsteps.
Rithe spit several prfanities as Marcus dragged her back. She'd been serious about helping. Now she wouldn't have the chance. She listened to the voices downstairs- the ones quickly making themselves upstairs- while staring bitterly at the floor.
"I'm going to be worth something this time." she muttered darkly, standing aside and scowling at the floor in frustration.
"Just don't get yourself killed. You'll be the most helpful."
Marcus kept his focus on the bedroom door. The soldiers were now coming up the stairs. Time for some action.
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