Sunny at no time thought that his life would be ending so soon like this— at least not until he was at gunpoint with a total stranger muttering sweet nothings into his ear.
"I've caught you now~Bunny~you can't run away anymore"~the creepy stranger murmured, his tone mocking and unnervingly ticklish.
Shivers were sent down Sunny's spine, as threatening and bizarre a situation it was for a mage to find himself in, this stranger was weird, the wrong type of weird. The dangerous kind, it had to be Sunny's disguise that got him in this mess, a white puffy dress. Dressing as a girl was the only way for him to blend in with them, the sisters insisted,(unfortunately two other very poor boys fell prey to their tactics, now part of the sisterhood known as Kayla(Kai) and Liora(Leo)). They were having way too much fun with this, at his expense? But Now!? Now, this game of theirs was going to get him killed.
To die here, in this way, would be humiliating. A disgraceful death. So much for a name such as Sunny, which provided no sunshine whatsoever. To be killed the moment he decided to be brave for once in his life. The only moment he would probably be proud of no matter the outcome. The thing he stressed on day after day and night after night. Two things actually. But well, that didn't matter now. He didn't even get to be honest for the first time in forever.
Now even if someone did find his body and bury it, it'll be in this damn dress with strawberries on it. Which would look good on a girl,-cute even–but he wasn't a girl. He was sick of being ridiculed for looking like a girl, he just didn't age like those hags that the other children would become. Once he grows tall, they'll know. All the girls would run after him.
This wasn't the time to be thinking about all that. His face was shoved against the wall, hands bound behind his back, the barrel of a gun pressed to his skull. He had to survive this. He had to! Panic clawed at him, Think, Sunny. Think. What could he do to escape? Was there even a way!? He couldn't scream(there's a voice losing potion down his throat). And he was basically immobilized. If only he could, he would have gone down like a man, at least, with honor, fist against face, leg up an arse. His swordsmanship teacher would have been proud.
All he ever wanted was to be loved. To make his parents proud. For once, to see his mother and father look at him the way they looked at his perfect younger brother. That was the dream—to feel happy,---to feel giddy, ---to finally know what it was like to take love and affection for granted. But turns out dreams stay dreams. Now, because of his stupidity, that dream was about to end before it even started–with a hole in his head.