"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, looking after the angelic person.

"No, Atticus is not use to complements," Lithe said, smiling at me.

"But why?" I asked sadly.

"I don't know. He will never told us the only that might know is his father or brother," Tim said, cleaning his gun.

"Really? That is sad," I said, looking at Atticus. I notice how his eyes are so cold but so warm at the same time.  I smiled at him with a warms smile.  His face turn red. It is very noticeable  with his pale appearance.  I tried to get up but I fell back down. I saw Atticus running towards me.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked.

"I don't want to slowly you down," I said. Tears started to form in his eyes.

"Don't worry about it," He said softly.  I was confused about everything.  He placed a hand on my shoulder and stood up. I notice a scare below his neck. It looked like it was deep.

RING RRRINNG

"Hello, Alfred what is it?" Atticus said, sounding worried,  "Alright, we'll be there. Hang tight little brother," he said, hanging up the phone.

"What's going on Atticus?" Lithe asked.

"Alfred is in danger," Atticus said, making his hands into a fist.

"Well what are we waiting for?" I said, standing up. They all looked at me, "What?"

"You can't do anything in your condition," Bruce said, looking at me.

"I don't care. If a child life is in danger I'm gonna help," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You should be resting," Atticus said, placing his hands gently on my shoulders.

"I can't not while your little brother is in danger," I said, snapping my gaze at him.

"I understand," He said, taking his hands off my shoulders.

"So, you're letting him come with us," Rick said, pointing at me.

"I can't change his mind," Atticus said packing up some medical supplies.

"Then lets go," Zin said, putting his arm around my waist.  I nodded.  I looked at Atticus. I expression  is unreadable.

"Atticus?" I said, limping over towards him. He looked at me and smiled.

"What is it? Changed your mind," He smiled. I shook my head.

"Are you alright?" I asked, placing my arm over his shoulder for support.

"Hmm... I'm fine. Just got a lot on my plate," He said, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Then talked to me about it," I suggested.

"No, its fine,"  He said, looking at the sky. I notice more scares.

"How did you get those scares?" I asked, looking at his neck.

"From war," is all that he said in accented .  I was shocked.

"The war from two years ago," He nodded. 

"That war was the deadliest war that ever happened," I said, raising my voice.

"Yeah, it was brutal," He said,looking at me.

"So, how did you get them?" I asked shyly.

"Torture," Atticus said, looking uncomfortable. I don't blame him. 

"Thank you," I said, remembering that he saved me.

"Why are you thanking me?" He asked.

"You saved me and I want to show you my gratitude," I said, smiling at him.

"I guess your welcome," He said sheepishly.

"We're here, Atticus," Zin said.  We walked up to Atticus's home. It looks like nothing was left of this place.

"We got to find Alfred," Atticus demanded. Everyone nodded.  We walked on to the land.  I saw dead bodies everywhere. Some of them don't have a heads.  I felt sick.  I looked away that when I notice movements.  I poked at Atticus. He looked at me and looked at where I was pointing.

"Come out!" Atticus yelled. The who ever was hiding was coming out now. It was a 13 year old boy.

"ATTICUS!" the boy yelled and came running toward us.

"Thank god you're alright, "Atticus said, smiling in relief. Atticus wrapped his arms around his little brother.

"I'm happy that you came back, Atticus ," Alfred said, wrapping his arms tighter around his older brother. The young boy started to cry. Atticus  calmed the boy down. This can warm anyone heart.

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Chapter 8 Zane

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