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Bren
Bren cried, shrieking as Vance dragged him through yet another room.
He was quite tired of being dragged around at this point, and now it seemed his only chance of being rescued…was long gone.
Why?! Why was this happening to him?!
Was…was he being punished?
The thought made his small heart thump rapidly, stomach twisting.
For…for not listening? For going with the others when he shouldn’t have? For following along with Puck?
No…no…the…the Light One wouldn’t do that. He was love. Light. Ima always said He loved Bren, even more than Ima loved him!
So then…why was this happening?
“Would you be quiet?!” Vance hissed, grappling with the squirming, having slid his knife back into his belt, or wherever he kept it.
Bren wrestled more so, shrieking all the louder. If he could just get loose! He was tired of this! This man couldn’t keep him here!
“Let me go! I wanna go home! I want my brother!” He punched and kicked. He felt his boot make contact with the man’s upper thigh, making him groan. His grip released for a moment, just enough for Bren to slip out of it.
Bren dropped to the floor, wheezing dreadfully. He crawled away, getting to his feet.
“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BRAT!” Vance cried, the anger in his voice sending a shudder down Bren’s spine.
If he caught him now…
Bren didn’t stop, running down the halls and the corridors, calling wildly for his brother. “Aaron! Aaron!” He cried, tears flowing freely.
Until he ran smack into a solid object.
Or rather….
Person.
A male…
Bren gasped, eyes lighting up. “O-Oh!” He grappled, reaching out at the man’s legs. “I-I-! Help-please!” He looked back, fearful as Vance rounded the corner.
He looked up at the stranger, finding the confused look on the redheads face. And then another man stepped up.
Bren blinked away his tears, getting a bit of a better look at them both.
Only to notice The strange object hooked to the one’s belt…
Kinda like a rope…
But…
Bren’s lips quivered, his arms slowly releasing the redhead’s legs as he backed away.
His heart beat faster now.
These weren’t friends either….
His stomach flipped at the sudden realization that he was trapped. Nowhere to go….
Which would be worse? These men? Or Vance?
Turning and seeing the anger evident on Vance’s face…
He really didn’t know…
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
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#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 figured it would be ok if he met those two villains from earlier with Benji?
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#ProtectSebBREN!!! 😭😭😭😭 UGH NO BABY YOU ARE NOT BEING PUNISHED!!! AHHHH
Man, I can’t wait for the good characters to rescue Bren! AND maybe get the villains back pretty good XD Just like band together against the villains bc theres a lot more good charries than villains/antagonists idk I just want the villains to be punished lol
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@lightoverdarkness6 they will be don’t worry. But in the meantime!!! We hurt our charries, of course…. XD XD *why are writers like this? XD*
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
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so we’re focusing on the villains rn for a bit and we wanna get them all met up right? Wanna get that started everybody?
Okay!! Ooh it will be fun for all the villains to interact lol.
my poor bren gonna be surrounded by villains with Ill intentions….
AHH I know!!! The poor baby 😭😭😭
Also imma make a list of all the groups and when we get back to them we can figure out what we want to happen 😊 and just ignore some groups for a bit if we want
Okay! Sounds good. I can RP later this afternoon! This will be fun….
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@godlyfantasy12 (the baby!!!! 😭❤️ And I don’t mind at all, it’s good by me! 😄) @lightoverdarkness6
RAYMOND
“Hello there, little boy…” Raymond whispered, smiling faintly.
Cummings scoffed. “Stupid klutz.”
Raymond clicked his tongue. “Now, now, Cummings…”
“Are you his father?” Cummings asked, turning to the man who was dressed in all black, raising an eyebrow.
(oh, and also…Vlad and Nadya are with them as well, fyi. 😉)
they will be don’t worry.
Good! I can’t wait XD
But in the meantime!!! We hurt our charries, of course…. XD XD *why are writers like this? XD*
Yeah!! XD our poor charries…I mean, it is fun to have conflict lol. *wonders that as well*
I have no idea XD that’s probably what our charries are thinking
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@freedomwriter76 u can RP next if u like 😊
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 nevermind just saw it XD!
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#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebSince Light can’t RP right now imma RP again if that’s ok lol @lightoverdarkness6 @freedomwriter76
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@lightoverdarkness6 See you later, girl!!! ❤️❤️❤️
@freedomwriter76
Bye!! Talk to ya later!! 😊
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Bruh freedom did u throw the stupid klutz line in on purpose, I just caught that!
Bren
Bren scooted between both groups and into the wall, wishing he could fade into it. He scrubbed at his face, pulling his knees to himself.
“Stupid klutz…” The man with the scary rope muttered. Bren shook, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Are you his father?” Bren heard. His head shot up and before Vance could answer he cried out-
“No! He isn’t!” He wasn’t going let his kidnapper lie this time.
“You little-“ Vance growled, taking a step forward. Bren scooted away a bit, but not much, not wanting to be close to either groups-not that he had much choice…
Vance adjusted his posture, narrowing his gaze. He turned his eyes to the other group, meeting their own. His hands fingers his belt, and Bren could practically feel that knife at his skin. He whimpered, putting his hands to his throat.
“He may not be my son…but he is mine.”
Bren’s blood ran cold.
His?
What did that mean?!
Sure…he’s had the feeling there was a chance Vance…might not let him go…even if he did get the two boys he was wanting…
But there was always hope, right?
But now it sounded like there wasn’t any!
What did he even want with him?
Bren pulled his knees closer to himself, thinking. He’d seemed pretty interested in his flame…
But…he couldn’t use it! Didn’t he understand? It was dangerous!
Then again…this man was very scary…and dangerous too…
Bren glanced at his hands.
Was there a chance…he could use his flame to get away?
He bit his bottom lip, shaking the thought away.
No!
He couldn’t hurt anyone…
That’s all his flame did…
Hurt people.
Burned. Raged. Crackled.
He couldn’t do it…
But…
He was scared…
He wasn’t afraid to admit that…
He was scared…
“Aaron…” He whispered tearfully.
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@godlyfantasy12 lol, idk…I just put it in without thinking about it XD @lightoverdarkness6 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
VLAD
The little boy whispered a name. Aaron.
Tears were in his baby blue eyes, making them glisten.
Cummings introduced himself, Raymond, Nadya, and even Vlad.
The man introduced himself as Vance.
This little boy wasn’t his son…but he was his?
That meant exactly what Vlad knew it meant.
And kidnapping children was taking things too far.
Heeled footsteps clicked.
Vlad turned, his eyes meeting Viola’s.
She smiled and lifted a hand in greeting. “Hello, everyone…did I almost miss a party?”
“Viola, welcome.” Nadya said with a warm smile.
Viola smiled and nodded. “Nadya…it’s nice to see you. Hello, Vlad.”
Vlad merely nodded, before turning his gaze back to the little boy. “Hi…what’s your name?”
He looked up, fear in his eyes.
Vlad got down on one knee in front of him, not too close, but not super far away either. He reached into his combat uniform pocket and pulled out a small piece of candy. “Do you want candy…?”
He looked into the little boy’s eyes and smiled…even though it was hard to look in his eyes…all because…
…he saw little Vlad in them.
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