By the time they were in the square, Harley Venus already knew what was happening.
He was used to it by now. Everyone gathering in a huge crowd, an empty space in the center. The anxious silence that flooded the square.
Someone was getting Exiled.
It's standard punishment in Neo-American base 5555. Sent aboveground and supposedly left to die. It happened so often, Harley would be surprised if it didn't happen for a week
Millie led them to the crowd, pushing to the very front where they could see. But at the sight of the soon-to-be Exile, Harley's blood ran cold.
The man couldn't have been older than 26. His choppy blond hair was pale and greasy. He wore nothing but a white tank top and shorts. His face was clouded with insanity, and he was running around in a rampage, clearly having gone mad.
But Harley knew him. He knew him well.
"Is that..?" He couldn't bear to finish that sentence. Millie took his hand. "Yeah. It is. I'm sorry."
"What? Harley, was he your friend or something?" Dio asked, oblivious.
Before Harley could respond, the man turned to face him and looked him dead in the eye before charging straight at him.
Author’s note: Sorrry for the short chapters :( that’s just how I write. But there’s a lot more chapters coming up!
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