Bravo One—Callen
Donald's heart sank as he watched them untie his sister and brother, dragging them toward the back exit. He tried to crawl after them, but his body refused to obey.
"L-leave them…" he choked out, his voice barely a whisper.
The leader glanced back at him, a sneer on his face. "Next time, don't pick a fight you can't win."
With that, they disappeared into the night, leaving the boy alone in the cold, empty warehouse.
Rain continued to pour through the broken roof, mingling with the blood that seeped from his wounds. He lay there for what felt like hours, his mind replaying the fight over and over.
Eventually, he forced himself to move, every inch of his body screaming in protest. He stumbled to his feet, his vision darkening at the edges. Somehow, he managed to stagger out of the warehouse and into the rain-soaked streets.