Tiurleik wrote:
When chairs suddenly started to fly around in the room, Oscar didn't hesitate for a minute and used the rare occasion to move himself and Benji farther away from the guards. They weren't longer in the room with the others, but in the hallway. The crips bodies were still there. But, guess what else? In the burnt hand of one of the guards, lay a gun. Without ever having used a gun before, Oscar picked it up, still supporting Benji. He hated the thought that he may would have to use it. But he didn't have any other option. It was kill or be killed. Or actually it was kill or be captured and tortured until you go insane. But honestly, what was the difference? "It's alright, I got you," he said to the other boy.