Mearyn Roscoe
Stories (1/0)
Evelyn
My decision had been made within the hour. I had left in time because no sooner had I began my mission, but the government vans pulled up and parked outside of our building. My legs felt shaky as I pried the chain link fence aside and pushed through the small steep hill of very dead and overgrown grasses and weeds between our neighbor’s house. When I glanced back, I could no longer see our building. I wasn’t as guilty or afraid as I was impatient. Waiting any longer for my brother, Navi, was just as good as waiting to be killed. Besides, he had been taken away by officials a month ago, for questioning, they said. Waiting to be picked up was ridiculous. I knew it, and only wondered why they hadn’t come for me sooner. I lay on my stomach and peered over the crest of grass with a clearer view of our building. The large white vans parked up in front sat still for a moment longer. Then, the men in their white armored suits piled out and knocked on the door. I winced as they punched the door in and entered. I pinched the pocket of my coat and felt for the small raise indicating that the envelope was still there. I crawled down the embankment and hurried through the next few blocks, trying to get as far from the house as I could.
By Mearyn Roscoe3 years ago in Criminal