Literature
This Life Will Be Better -end-
Much as I longed to run, to make sure Molly wasn't hurt, I couldn't move an inch. Not yet. Not with MNU agents moving about, loading us all into vans. Not when I had to swallow my nervousness, my panic, and mask it with calmness, the little bit that escaped being written off as my fear of guns.
Once we reached the mob's location, we all unloaded and I slipped away the best I could, able to get just close enough to hear but not enough to see.
As soon as I did though, I heard Molly scream, and my hearty dropped to my stomach. I was going to move closer, but my path was blocked by the gun of a soldier, who just looked at me in a way that said