Ashes of the Elite

The first thing you should know is that I am my parents' son. So when the Inquisitors came, I did exactly as they asked which was nothing. I didn't cry when they paraded my parents through the streets, past rich bastards who sneered and hurled their vile insults. I didn't cry when they forced the nooses around their necks, the thick ropes fraying against their skin like a twisted embrace. I didn't cry when the Inquisitor declared their so called treason, his voice hollow with rehearsed authority.

I didn't cry when the stools were kicked out from under them.

And I didn't cry when the crowd dispersed, leaving their bodies swaying in the breeze, a grim warning against defiance.

But I remember. Every day.

I can hear them behind me now those damned Inquisitors. They just had to be in the area when I was breaking into my latest target, a gorgeous blue mansion nestled in one of Lont's wealthy districts.

"Hey, stop running, kid! You're only making this worse for yourself!"

I roll my eyes. Yeah, sure buddy whatever you say.

I veer left, darting into a narrow alley. The cold stone walls rush past as I push myself faster, lungs burning. I need to get back to the outskirts the Inquisitors wont bother chasing me there. A prolonged chase in the city is suicide the longer this goes on, the more Inquisitors will catch wind of the commotion.

BOOM.