Manipulating The War (3)
And finally, a boy with gunmetal-gray hair ran down the street, his face pale and his eyes filled with fear.
"Hey! Orion! What's up with him!? Should I kill him as well!?" Cy shouted up to me as I eyed the boy now slamming on the gates, begging to be let in.
"Let him in and don't fucking touch him… The second step of the plan has commenced," I muttered with a smile.
As soon as Cy let the boy in, he came rushing toward me and then placed his hands on his knees to catch his breath.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" I asked as I stepped down and made sure to try and comfort this fragile boy as much as possible so our relationship could only further.
"Th-They're after me. The men from the Humblecrest family… Please… please let me stay here for a bit, man. I'm struggling out here without any real backbone," Orme requested, but I would've rather liked to see him beg.
Well, you can't have everything.