Hi everyone! I haven’t posted a story on here for a long time, so I found this old short story that I had started… I think last year, but never finished cause I hate writing fight scenes, but tonight I edited it, changed up a few things, and added more to the story. I hope you like it!

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“I have nothing to apologize for,” I said as I leaned against the wall of the rickety old shack, my arms crossed over my chest. It was dark inside with the only light source being from the shrinking flames in the fireplace. The faces of my fellow gang members were shadowed, but I could still feel them staring at me with hate in their eyes.

“You went to Sidea and informed them of our whereabouts, telling them exactly where to find us, and yet you say you have nothing to apologize for? You are a traitor!” Russell roared, almost seeming to make the whole shack tremble when he slammed his fist atop the table. I stared at him with sarcasm – as though to appear that I was completely unaffected by his rage, but inside, I was in utter bewilderment. It didn’t make sense to me how he found out about my betrayal. I was super careful when I gave Sidea the information they needed- no one else was around, yet somehow he managed to find out, just as he always did. Still, I had to play it off as long as possible…

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Why would I betray the gang – my old friends – for Sidea?” I asked with a shrug.
Russell shook his head, seeming confused and disappointed. “Oh, Matthew. We had such hopes for you in our gang. Now, I’m afraid-”
“-you’ll have to kill me?” I predicted. Russell may always find things out after they’ve happened, but I was the one to figure them out beforehand.
Russell slowly turned to face me, a scowl on his face. “Exactly.”
Grinning, I shook my head. “Not gonna happen,” I said and made a dash for the door, but was punched back by Alvin.
“Nice punch, Al!” I said, “Try this one on for size.” I whammed my fist into his chin and he let out a cry of pain as he fell to the floor, clearing my path to make my escape. Before I could get out the door, Big Jim grabbed a hold of me and locked me in a choke hold. I was running out of breath fast, but I was not about to give up. I waited a few seconds to make my move and when I had waited long enough for Big Jim to believe he had me, I swung my legs up and jerked them back, kicking him firm in the shins which resulted in him releasing his grip on me and falling to the floor.
I fled out the door and despite the bitter cold that stung my eyes I kept moving forward, not daring to look back, for fear that the faint glow of the warm fire would be too tempting to resist.

After walking against the cold for what felt like miles, I found a small cave to rest the night, but I would have to get an early start so that the gang wouldn’t have a chance of finding me. I was on my own – not for the first time and I was sure, not for the last.
They called me a traitor and, sure maybe I was, but I did what I felt I had to do. I knew the gang would be coming after me, ready to kill, but I was more than ready to fight them back.

They used to be my friends….

….my brothers…..

…..but now they were my enemies.

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What did you think? Feedback is highly appreciated! 😀 It’s not my best, but I still like it

Love,
~Fluffet~