As they neared the building, the view of it became clearer. It was a school 3 stories high, dark, there were broken windows with tags all over the walls. Anyone could tell they were in a bad part of town, from the skeptical looks everyone gives, to the blood stained concrete. It wasn't a pleasant sight, nor a pleasant place to stay at, but they didn't have any other option. The police force were out scavenging for them, and by now the troops would have been involved.
They circled the school searching for an entrance, but to no avail. That is until the older brother of Soren, Elijah noticed an old rusty door with about 2 bolts hanging off from it. Near it were another 2 pairs of bolts screwed in. If they could all work together, they could pry the door open and easily make their way in. As he neared the ancient door his vision allowed him to study it more clearly. Cautiously he placed a firm grip on the side of the door, pulling at it. By the looks of it the bolts must have been screwed in securely since the door barely budged. He turned around facing his group of 'friends' who had kept their eyes on him, watching the whole time. Sure they have been through things together and have stuck together through some of their tough times back in the camp originated for unwanted children, but they never really expressed themselves towards each other. Although just because he felt that way, didn't mean the others did.
"If we can pull the door with the right amount of force, there's a chance it'll give us enough space to crawl through." He explained. With a curt nod from the others they all made their way towards the door, dropping their bags lightly leaving a good amount of space from them and the door. Once they approached the door, they all gathered around placing their hands on the door getting a good grip. "Alright you ready?" Elijah asked.
"Yeah let's get this over with already" Savannah replied. Elijah had begun to give out instructions, "alright pull on 3"
"1...2...3!" He shouted and they all began to pull at the door. Loud grunts and huffs began to fill the atmosphere around them, signaling they were struggling. As one of the screws came off the door, they all were jerked back. They all let go of the door taking a step back, catching their breath. Amani had begun to look around making sure no one was near. As far as her eyes could lead her, she didn't suspect anyone around them. She turned her gaze towards the sky trying to figure out what time it was. The sun was setting and it would only be a matter of time before they're left surrounded by darkness. "We should hurry, the sun is going down," she told the group. As they all looked up, Soren was the first one to speak, "alright come on, we have to keep pulling, it's close to coming off"
They all surrounded the door once again, getting a grip and pulling once again. All the while Elijah kept his eyes focused on the remaining bolt, praying it would either loosen or just come off. He looked around staring at everyone's mixed expressions. They had a look of dread, sorrow, longing and determination. He turned to his little brother who was a replica of himself, he stared at him. His poor baby brother, he shouldn't have to go through this. None of them should have; including the ones who were still in that hellhole they call an 'orphanage'. Most of the kids referred to it as, "the chamber's for the unwanted"
There was once a little boy that Elijah was close with back at the chambers. At the time Elijah was 13 while his younger brother was 12, they had been separated from each other and put into different rooms. The room Elijah had been placed in was with another child; around the age 9 or 10.
"Hello" Elijah mumbled, on the verge of having a breakdown. His parents. They just abandoned him? They abandoned their sons? What kind of parents do that? "Hi" the child whispered back. Elijah took a cautious step forward, getting a glimpse of the tiny figure noticing it was a boy. "What's your name soldier?" The child too took a step forward examining the older boy. "Hector" he paused, "what's your name?" Elijah began examining the child's clothes; a blue and white long sleeved shirt that formed stripes, blue baggy pants and a blue hat. It was something a jail person would wear.
How dare they?! We're not some prisoners, we're damn children for crying out bloody loud. Millions of thoughts and insults ran throughout the brunette's head. Elijah's sea green eyes began to brim with tears, he was usually the strong one and knew how to control his emotions, but at the moment he was in a vulnerable state and would break any moment. And that's not even the worst part, he didn't know where the hell he was, nor where Soren was, and to top it off they treated him like he's a prisoner with no life to pursue.
'I'll prove them wrong. I'll prove them all wrong! I am much more than a pathetic little boy, they'll see.' He screamed out in his mind. With his new change of demeanor, he pushed through all of his emotions; ignoring how he felt, and put on a poker face. There was no way in hell he'd stay down wherever the hell he was and rot, he wouldn't allow them to win. He'd find his baby brother and get the hell out.
His baby brother.
He was probably scared out of his mind, begging to know where his big brother was.
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