Born in Violence (Troya)

“What would you have me do, Mr. Limbo?”

It was a genuine question I had. I had a feeling that I already knew what he wanted. However, my will to avoid it was strong. I’d follow Mr. Limbo to the ends of the world, but my body wasn’t ready for what was coming. Things were happening to soon. I wasn’t sure I could keep up. I wasn’t sure if I could be there for him like he was for me. At least…. Not like this.

Mr. Limbo kneeled down in front of me. The metal of the gun in my hands could be heard rattling violently as my pulse raced in my chest.

“Valck,” I thought to myself.

We couldn’t stay here. The library wasn’t secure if people were to break in and begin a riot. At least when it came to large numbers of people as the ones outside. And there were ALOT of people outside. My acute hearing was picking them up without me wanting too because I was panicking. The hearing aid wasn’t doing its job as intended.