Burn assholes, burn

There was confusion in the eyes of the lackeys as they look at each other and then at the boy. The man in black stepped forward. He hung the gun on his shoulder and tilted his head sideways and then, there was a loud laugh in the small room which erupted from him.

When the laugh died down, Amber saw the bright face of the man turn into a dark one.

“Shakespeare? Really?” the man asked and scoffed. Amber also thought about it. Why would he bring up Shakespeare now when they were in the middle of danger?

She leaned closer to his neck and whispered to him with trembling lips, “What are you doing? If you wish to die then don’t drag me along with you. I have a mother who cares and worries about me and I don’t even know how her condition is right now. I lost my father and I am the only one she has. So whatever you are doing, don’t let it endanger me. I just want to return home and forget about this nightmare.”

Already feeling impatient, the man roared, “Quiet!” and Amber shook with fear. T