ben had always been cautious. cautious about everything. about the organization. about getting found out.

he never wanted to be roped into it. getting wrapped up in the organization was the worst thing to happen to an eight year old.

when he heard you were being hunted by the organization, he immediately set out to keep you from getting stuck.

the nights and days blended into each other. it was the same thing over and over again. running, chasing, killing. then doing it over again.

he knew it had to change or the organization would win.

but when someone offered the both of you the help and sanctuary you so desperately needed, ben agreed without a second thought.

it wasn’t temporary. he knew you were doing better, but not as good as you would be at home.

the man, oliver, you both stayed with was rich. an estate in the countryside, type of rich. he was an art dealer, at least that’s what he said. he was a part of the organization himself when he was a kid. he claimed he was going to help.

one night, when you had went upstairs to get ready for bed, ben had accidentally stumbled into some sort of altercation with oliver.

that’s all you could hear, anyway.

“don’t make a sound.” he warned you, quickly taking you to the closet.