Revolution

Sound of gunshots heard from afar with screams of women and men, young and old.

Listen to me son, look at me! you are going to be safe I promise you, Mr Lyon said firmly trying to hide his fear from his son who was sitting on a couch quivering with tears dropping down his cheeks. He stood up from his squatting position gently removing his hands from the arms of the fragile lil boy lifting him on his broad shoulders and heading to the secret vault as he got in a crouched posture letting his son into the safe spot. The sound of the gunshots was getting louder as he went for his pocket and brought out a chain with a marble in it bringing light in that dark corner.

Know that I will always be with you Mr Lyon whispered into his sons ears and got to a standing position before closing it's door and placing the rug and table above, he added "Don't make a sound only when your uncle Zed comes for you" "I LOVE YOU SON"...

Few hours had passed while Clinton Lyon Mr Lyon's son a nine years old boy was holding on to the marble tight like in an attempt to crush it to pieces which made his knuckles red. He had heard the sound of things breaking, scattering, voices of strangers, gunshots and his fathers breaking voice which made him whimper he knew his dad had been shot and he won't ever see him again this made his blood boil has he kept on holding the marble till he began to bleed but that didn't stop him.

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Three voices and words he would never forget. "Xanax" His father's last words and something else that sounded like a mutter. "Popola" Which was repeated often by one of the stranger like a name of someone or something. "Serena" This name somewhat sounds familiar he thought as he remembered the voices/sounds been played repeatedly in his head...