Meeting DestructionLand

Sorrow Endings, and Further Beginnings.

   
     A young girl knelt down on her knees, her crying both ferocious and noisy. She blink briny tears away from her bloodshot eyes, her thick lashes clumping together as if she'd been swimming. Excruciating pain traveled from the insides of her throat, to her chest, as the constricting of the muscles that covered the frail bones continued to further tighten themselves, as if they trained side by side at a military base to completely destroy the seven year old's heart and breathing with bombs and nuclear weapons. 

   The salty droplets of water created wet streaks down her cheeks, and fell to the ground from her quivering chin, turning the dusty, light brown soil to deep, vibrate bistre mud. She struggled to even do the simple action of wiping away the liquid from her reddening eyes, from fear of the fact that the crimson body fluid would leave trails against her skin.

  Her soft pink lips opened carefully, and large hiccups escaped her mouth as she yelled out the name she'd learned to respect over her few years of living. "Mother!? M-Mother!" Those words were out burst at the peak of her voice, causing it to crack and quiver even further. Bright green eyes showed obvious fear and a slight ray of hope that a small puff of air would escape the woman's cold, chapped lips. How had such an absolutely beautiful morning turned to something brutal and inhumane? Further more, why did it have to happen to her? She'd begun to yell out to the important figure again, before she was interrupted by a deep, arrogant fit of laughter.

   An open mouth smile revealed an arrangement of yellowed and chipped teeth, due to the extreme amount of smoking the old man did. His gums were purple, and certain areas seemed to be laced with scab wounds and fresh cuts. He was the pure example of what people would consider unhealthy and unhygienic . A rough voice spoke loudly towards the frightened young girl, causing her to flinch at the sudden sentence.

  "Tsk...Pathetic. Crying over such a pitiful death. Grow up, kid. She isn't coming back, and she never ever  will. You can pray this will just be a dream but, trust me, this is reality. Don't believe me? Touch the blood. Do it." Isis looked up in horror of what the man just uttered. How could be speak so calmly about someone he murdered in cold blood? Shifting ever so slowly from her knees, she brought her hand up as if to register a punch, which is what she meant to do. However, when she began swinging her clenched fist, the man grabbed it abruptly and threw her down again, causing her skirt to become stained with a new color. The color of her mother. 

   How Isis wished that she wouldn't have begun crying harder then but, that simply wasn't possible. What exactly would you do if you were cornered in an alleyway, sitting in your own creator's blood, while being over-towered by the person who created the scenario? It isn't very appealing, is it?

  The sons of the man wouldn't know such fear though. They only saw the friendliness of a father with a small smoking problem. Their eyes saw the man as a role model; A figure they would thankfully take up after. They were completely oblivious to the situation unfolding as they walked around the same block the incident was taking place on.

  Silver walked down the streets of the Kyoto District in Japan, one hand stuffed in the pocket of his bright green frog raincoat, the other one intertwined with his older brother's fingers, not wanting to lose sight of the person who would lead him home. Rain hit the umbrella above him, flinging the pellets in the opposite direction. Dark clouds hung over the area, further darkening the city that was already covered in darkness. People always said that when it rains, it's the Heaven's giving them more life. However, that was just a cruel joke to him.

...Kyoto hardly has any trees; Simply large brick structures that were the reason of anything green and full of life to be destroyed.

   He tightened his grip around his brother's hand, before looking up at Kaito's tall figure with eyes of happiness and excitement. "Big Brother! How much longer until we see Mama and Papa?" Silver lived with his brother who had his own house, and frequently visited their parents on the weekends.