1: Questions Without Answers: Leon
“What’s your name, kid?”
The tall stranger asked the child sitting on the floor with blood stains covering his hands and clothes. The boy stayed silent as his whole body shook. He knew his name. That didn’t mean he had to share it.
“Look,” the man started. “we are not going to hurt you.”
The boy still said nothing and kept his eyes down. He listened as another voice spoke from the crowd of unknown people surrounding him.
“Why are we doing this here?” The female voice asked. "There's blood everywhere. They could be hurt.” That’s where they have it wrong. The boy thought. None of it was his. It wasn’t his sister’s either.
“They could be spies sent by..... them,” the tall man with dark hair answered.
“You really think they would use a kid for their dirty work?” The other stranger asked.
“Why wouldn’t they? They’ve done worse.”
After listening to the adults’ conversation, the ten year old boy, deciding they were on his side, spoke up. He looked up from the floor to the man who he guessed had asked him for his name. “My name is Leon.”
The boy, then turned his head towards the only person in the room who wasn’t new to him. His sister. She kept her back to everyone with her arms wrapped around herself as she stared at the ground, showing off her long, wavy, dark brown hair. Leon decided not to try to push his sister into talking.
“Her name is Noel,” he told the strangers. The same man who spoke earlier and who appeared to be leading the group of people standing in Leon’s living room, spoke up.
“My name is Colen. We can help you but you need to tell us what happened.”
Leon felt his head start to ache. He closed his dark brown eyes and put his head in his hands. He started to shake his head from left to right as a signal to Colen that he was not ready to talk just yet.
Leon didn’t look back up, so when a hand gently landed on his shoulder it startled him and he jumped back.
He looked up to see a woman with cocoa colored skin and eyes that held the same dark brown shade as his. She was wearing the identical suit of black armor as everyone around her.
“Hello, Leon. I’m Catren,” she greeted him softly. “I know you’re scared. We want to help you, but you need to tell us what happened here." She gave Leon a kind smile. "Can you do that?”
Leon thought about what to do. After a small fight with himself about his next move, he decided to share his yesterday.