City of Suits (not completed) By Reid H and Mira H

Chapter 11: Leo

Once we were done with our game of chess, we decided it would be best if we kept moving. After all, we had a mission to take care of. I was just starting to grab some of the pieces of the chess set, when someone burst into the shed, slamming the door so hard all the pieces fell from my hand.
“Help . . . me!” This boy said, gasping for air. He had blood all over him, and it seemed like he had a bunch of cuts and a few burns. He looked about my age, but much shorter. To be fair, though, he was normal height, I am just decently tall. He had long, unruly blonde hair, and pale skin. He was wearing a plain purple shirt, covered in stains and holes. He also had a pair of old sweatpants that only went down to his lower shins.
Georgia quickly ran to his side as he fell to the ground. She got out simple medical items and started cleaning him up. There was a lot of blood dripping from his left arm, and it seemed like he could barely move it. Georgia softly and swiftly wrapped him up, making sure it was tight enough but didn’t hurt.
There's something about this boy that I don’t trust. Who even is this man? And what happened to him?
        I thought about a lot of things while I was picking up the chess pieces. I especially didn't like that Georgia was getting so close to him. I finally decided to pipe up and ask him a few questions.
        “Who are you, and what happened to you?” I asked him interrogatively, keeping my eyes glued to his startling emerald green eyes.
“Well . . . my name is Brayden, and I . . . umm, what happened was that I was running, and I . . . umm, tripped into a rosebush.”
I was about to ask him more questions, when he gave me a devilish glare, then looked over and smiled cozily to Georgia. I now was very suspicious of him, but I decided against acting on it.
He suddenly stood up and said, “I know a shortcut to the castles if that's what you are planning on doing.”
I didn't think it was a good idea, but Georgia, seeming to swoon over him a little bit, said, “Sure! Lead the way once we're done packing up.”
I silently rolled my eyes and finished picking up the chess set. I carefully put it into my small backpack, making sure not to break anything. Georgia put away all of the medical supplies and then stood up besides Brayden. I shouldered my bow and quiver, making sure I let him have a glimpse of the razor-sharp daggers as I sheathed them.
Brayden immediately walked out the door, heading along the wall. Georgia followed behind him, and I took up the back, watching for guards, bow at the ready.
All of a sudden, Georgia slowed down a lot, then picked up the pace again once she reached me. She slipped her hand down and grabbed mine for some reason as Brayden looked back. Then she let go once he looked ahead again.
“What was that for?” I asked innocently.
“I . . . umm, I don’t know. I just wanted to make sure you knew that I don't trust him either,” she said, “nevertheless, he may have something to offer that we don't know about yet.”
She must’ve read my mind, to know that I did not trust him at all, and was very suspicious of him.
“Here we are!” Brayden said, walking into a small windowless building. We carefully walked into the gray, dull room and saw nothing in it. He was in the next room already, so we begrudgingly walked in after him. We again saw nothing.
He next took us down the stairs, where there were only a couple of beige bags and barrels. We winded around a bunch of corridors. It almost seemed like we were going in big circles, but he assured us we weren't.
We finally reached an actual room, with some furniture and a bunch of abstract paintings. It was a weird shaped room, with a lot of corners, like a pentagon or something bigger.
He finally walked us into another room after looking around at the paintings for a while. This one, again, was grey and dull. He kept walking farther and farther in, and we kept following. The longer we were in there, the longer it seemed like a cellar. We got to the end, and I thought we would be good, but then we heard a soft click as a metal bar door locked shut.
“Hey!” we both shouted, “How could you do this to us?” We again both said, our minds seeming to be in sync. He just slyly walked away slowly, fading from sight.
BANG! We heard as blood trickled down the room from the hallway. We heard a wheezing Brayden trying to crawl away from where we heard the sound from.
“Haha . . . Wait, what? NOOO!” we heard, then it was silent.
Dead silence.