Battery City Boys

Frank didn't hear the splintering shards of wood scatter across the hallway of the apartment building, but Adrian did.

He heard everything.

Sneaking out of his sleeping area, Adrian crawled over to his treasure counter, making sure that everything was in its place. Lifting up the stuffed elephant, the teenager pulled out the knife he hid there. Once armed (and dangerous), Adrian quietly walked to the front door, lifting the cover of the peephole.

He froze in fear as he watched three masked men walk down the hallway, heading for the stairs. Realizing that they were leaving, Adrian closed the peephole, and quietly walked over to his brother, shoving him awake.

"What's up kiddo? Why are you still up?-"

Adrian covered his brother's mouth, holding a finger to his own, telling him to be quiet. Adrian quickly pointed to the door, then to their window, signalling that they had to leave immediately.

Nodding, Frank turned to grab what few possessions he owned, knowing that they wouldn't be returning to what they once believed was a "safe" place. Adrian checked the door again, and then hurried to gather his own items.

Stuffing everything, even the shattered snowglobe, into his bag, Adrian grabbed the few candle stubs, his lighter, and his brother's hand, pulling him towards the window, just as they heard muffled shouts.

Frank let his brother go down first, then began to climb down. Frank looked up, only to meet his eyes with one of the eerie men. His rubber mask was so close to Frank's own fleshy skin, he could feel the bad man breathing neutral fumes down onto his face.

Noticing that Adrian was already at the bottom of the fire escape ladder, and waiting, Frank grabbed onto the side of the railing, and slid.

He didn't get too far. The man grabbed him by his hair, and pulling up, held Frank in a tight grip. Frank could feel his scalp burning, and screamed in pain. He looked down at his young brother, and shouted at him.

"Go! You have to run, kid. Find the other guys. You know where! Agh! Just...just go!"

The masked man gripped tighter, and began to drag the older boy back up the ladder. Frank said one last thing, before he was pulled inside.

"Keep running!"
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(You thought I would end it there? Silly younglings).

Adrian watched in horror for a few moments, then sprung into action. Dropping his bag, the small teen began to hastily climb up the ladder, panic mode in full swing. He doubled his pace, and managed to get to the window, just as it was slammed shut. The face of a blank expression met Adrian's own fearful one, before turning to Frank, who was cursing very colorfully at his captives.

Adrian couldn't hear him, but he could read lips.

Adrian looked down to Frank's bag, which was lying quite close to the edge of the fire escape. Rummaging through it, Adrian found his tire iron, which Frank used for bashing in windows, or the random door.

Which meant that it was perfect for this occasion.

Sticking the bar in the window, Adrian put his entire weight into it, and he could hear the creaking of the rusted window, as it opened. One of the men walked over to the window, and began to press his weight into shutting it.

Not one for a piss-match, Adrian didn't waste time.

Shoving a nearby brick into the small space, Adrian quickly let go of the pipe, and pulled out his knife, jamming it into the asshole before the brick could crack.

The man staggered back, and Adrian shoved the window open. Just as the second one came after him, Adrian pulled the iron back, and bashed it into the skull of the ugly bastard.

Then came the click of a gun.

Looking over his shoulder, Adrian felt a weird sense of deja vu drop over him, and he looked to the last man, as he pointed the gun to Frank's head. This one, he spoke.

"Drop the bar, or he gets it."

Frank scoffed. "Really? 'Drop the bar, or he gets it?' Real original, asshat. I ain't no damsel."

And with that, Frank gripped the man's arm, and twisted it, making him drop the gun. He then swiftly swung his leg around, and knocked the man, quite literally, off of his feet. With one last move, Frank picked up the gun, and smacked it down onto his face. Not killing him, but it would feel like a really bad hangover when he woke up.

Standing up, Frank hobbled over to his brother, pulling him into an exhausted hug.

"Thanks, kid. For once, you aren't so useless."

Slapping his arm in mock hurt, Adrian turned around, and stepping over the first dead body, (the one he had turned into a fucking cabob), he climbed back out of the window. Chuckling, Frank pocketed the gun, then followed suit, remembering to grab his tire iron and bag before they left.

This time, as Frank slid down the ladder, there were no men to harm them, only their thoughts.

Notes

Okay, so, I promised I would explain why I haven't updated.

This past week has been hell. With all of the shootings, murders, and missing people being reported, I haven't been feeling myself.

Especially with the Orlando shooting at the Pulse club.

I don't live in Orlando, myself, but I am a part of the LGBT+ group, and so are friends of mine that live in that area of Florida. What happened there truly terrified me.

I didn't know if my friends were safe, (they later messaged me that they were at home, and watching the news). I didn't know if there was going to be another attack somewhere else, directly afterwards.

There had been rumors that the bastard who destroyed the lives of others, had been planning an attack at Disney World, and someone else had been arrested for carrying multiple weapons.

I was, and still am, terrified to leave my house. It doesn't matter where we live, members of the LGBT+ community are constantly terrified of coming out to friends and family, of correcting people for using the incorrect pronouns, and of even leaving there house.

I then realized, that we can't let them win.

We can't stand back and watch our brothers and sisters die, we can't let them be forgotten.

We have to live on without them, every day that they are gone, but we can remember them for being who they were.

Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, daughters, sons, nieces, nephews, grandchildren.

Humans.

We can't let hate win. We have to let everyone know that hate will lose.

We have to let love win. We have to keep its flame everlasting, and we have to share it with everyone, because it is the only free thing in this world.

Hate makes you pay a price.

So, all I am asking you guys to do, is to love.

To forgive each other when someone has wronged you. Remember that, even if we don't see eye to eye, that we are the same.

Differentiation is only skin deep.

Love is everlasting, hate is the disease in this world.

Love each other, and care for each other.

Don't let the victims who've died, die in vain.

Learn from your past mistakes, to better the future.



With that, there will be no question of the day/night today.

Until we meet again,

Sweet Horrors, and Terrible Nightmares,
XOXO
Screaming Tears

<3 Love Wins.