Tugging up the hood of their damp cloak Brodie -kk-ed. The small sound was buried beneath the groan of the city. Here in Hejmo the eleven year old outlaw began to remember their hatred for this hellish paradise. After the constant dullness of Nokto the bright maze of Hejmo was an uncomfortable change. The architects clearly took the idea of a shining beacon far too seriously. Brodie rubbed at their face in frustration.
“The smell never changes,” they said. Their voice’s uniqueness stemmed from the butchering of the world’s accents morphing into a grotesquely beautiful song on Brodie’s tongue. Brodie felt as though they had grown into their sound; it was one of the few gifts their parents had given them and they refused to let it go. Their parents …show more content…
There’s the background noise of sobbing as they set the stage. Clenching their fists, Brodie fought their instincts to get up and do something. Brodie had learnt on occasion innocent casualties were necessary, but, in those situations, don’t cause them unnecessary pain. That was common courtesy and manners in Nokto. If all criminals were like this in Hejmo, Brodie would be blooding their knuckles sooner than anticipated (not that they minded).
Two shots were sent into the ceiling which had Brodie rolling their eyes. A couple of chunks of rubble fell down and dirted the already stained floor. As the leader began talking to the heroes of justice or whatever they were called Brodie began to check the people around them. Judging from body language and reactions, none of them will be any help in fighting back; Brodie didn’t expect much more from Hejmo civilians. They also noted the amount of blood pooling beside them from the most definitely deceased receptionist. There’s no way they’ll be the only casualty.
“...you choose who lives and who dies… charity gala… upper end of the city,” Brodie picks out the key parts of the shooters’ rant. All around them, Brodie sees people visibly relaxing. Raising an eyebrow, Brodie finds it curious. Do these people seriously have this much faith in their
“The smell never changes,” they said. Their voice’s uniqueness stemmed from the butchering of the world’s accents morphing into a grotesquely beautiful song on Brodie’s tongue. Brodie felt as though they had grown into their sound; it was one of the few gifts their parents had given them and they refused to let it go. Their parents …show more content…
There’s the background noise of sobbing as they set the stage. Clenching their fists, Brodie fought their instincts to get up and do something. Brodie had learnt on occasion innocent casualties were necessary, but, in those situations, don’t cause them unnecessary pain. That was common courtesy and manners in Nokto. If all criminals were like this in Hejmo, Brodie would be blooding their knuckles sooner than anticipated (not that they minded).
Two shots were sent into the ceiling which had Brodie rolling their eyes. A couple of chunks of rubble fell down and dirted the already stained floor. As the leader began talking to the heroes of justice or whatever they were called Brodie began to check the people around them. Judging from body language and reactions, none of them will be any help in fighting back; Brodie didn’t expect much more from Hejmo civilians. They also noted the amount of blood pooling beside them from the most definitely deceased receptionist. There’s no way they’ll be the only casualty.
“...you choose who lives and who dies… charity gala… upper end of the city,” Brodie picks out the key parts of the shooters’ rant. All around them, Brodie sees people visibly relaxing. Raising an eyebrow, Brodie finds it curious. Do these people seriously have this much faith in their