Murders

Part 1

The fluffy golden blonde hair flew in different directions, spiking up. He gazed at the apartment complex, it was white with black trim going all the way around and all the windows were closed, he sighed as he let the cigarette fall to the ground, the last bit of smoke exhaling from his lungs.

He watched as a familiar curly haired brunette walked out of the cherry red oak door, twisting his scrawny hand on the golden door knob to close it. The sixteen year old gulped, hands shaking as they were tucked away in the pockets of his navy blue coat. The older didn't notice his little brother across the street as he walked to his silver Gray BMW X5.

The younger bit down on his tongue debating if he should go up to the musician, anxiety eating away at his shell of a body. The twenty four year old started to drive to his office on the newly paved streets, Tommy's gaze followed the car as it sped out of the classy neighborhood.

The child didn't even notice the taste of metal that pervaded his mouth, the dark red liquid flooding in from biting his tongue. His hair was soaked from the cold rain, bright red puffy eyes, the icy blue orbs looked up at the starry night sky, constellations filled the sky, and if you look hard enough you could spot the speck that made up Mars.

He let out a exaggerated groan as he turned around to glance at ocean water, the waves were washing up onto the shore. He slowly walked to the beige sand, it sunk through his toes feeling cool and moist. Pulling the crimson bag off of his shoulder, letting it plop into the sand, making the dust fly up hitting him in his slim face.

The tiny hands got out a thin sleek notebook, flipping to a empty, lined filled page. Picking up the canary yellow mechanical pencil, the led hitting the attenuated paper.

Dear Wilbur,

He started, tears already pricking in the corner of his arctic colored eyes, accidentally letting a sniffle out, the teenager sadly smiled.

When your reading this I'm probably already at the airport or already in another country, I'm sorry but I had to leave for personal reasons. It's funny innit, how the loud bashful one of the group was in so much degrading pain. I just want you to know that none of this was anyone's fault, I'm leaving on my own terms and it's ok to be happy, sad, or hell even mad. You, the dream smp members and Deo made my life so much better in ways you couldn't even imagine. As creepy as this sounds I watched you leave your flat tonight, I wanted to sprint to you and give you one last hug but I couldn't, because I would stay. Have fun on Karl's tales of the smp stream, release as many songs as you want because your a fucking fantastic artist, remember to get up at least once a day, eat and most all don't ever give up. Wilby you will always be my brother in my heart and I will never forget you. I don't know where I'm heading or if I'm actually going towards something but I had to go, I'm so fucking sorry it had to be this way. But well know how the saying goes it was never meant to be.

Love your favorite little gremlin brother toms. :)

Tears streamed down the red painted cheeks, the electrical orbs burning as the muffled notifications went off on his mahogany tinted phone. Tommy's gaze shifted towards the waxing gibbous moon, it splendidly shined down onto the water, he grinned wiping the damp skin.

"Goodbye wilbur." He muttered, stumbling across street, the young boy pulled out white box that read 'marbol' (A/N; I don't know how to spell it.) lighting a cigarette and putting it between his light pink lips as he was met with the tall door, a metal biscotti tinged slit with a flap was screwed onto there, tearing the paper from the notebook and sliding his gawky creamy hand with the letter through.

Time skip

He arrived at the crowded airport, his vermilion hood over his honey blonde hair, fluorescent parking lot lights shining off of the scraggily fluffy bit that hung out, bouncing as he walked passed people, some were rushing as they're toddlers screamed, others were calmly waiting in their car on their phones as the blue light reflected on to their skin. Tommy gazed at the pavement as he plodded towards the automatic sliding glass door, a forest green sticker on it that read 'open' in coal colored text.

When he had got to the flight attended, her strawberry blonde hair was tucked behind her ear, she wore a wide grin, skin crinkling at the crease of eyes and cheeks. Tommy tilted his head, eyes wide not blinking surprised that she could be smiling at this hour.

"Hello sir, where would you like to be flying tonight?" She spoke kindly to the young boy, she looked about in her early twenty's, she had a name tag that said 'Emilia."

"Uhm anywhere, any country and don't tell me where I'm going." She cocked a eyebrow, looking him up and down, taking in his ruddy, bony figure and the dark circles that fell under his heavy-lidded eyes.

"Are you running away?" She solemnly asked he put a hand through his untamed hair, brushing it out a little letting the fullness run through his angular fingers. A skeptical look that took over his cerulean orbs, letting out a defeated sigh, he silently nodded.

"Well here and be careful, you look like a good kid." A dimpled sympathetic smile broadened her freckled, heart shaped face, giving out a warm safe energy.

"Thank you." He replied bleakly, grabbing his ticket from her baby-soft hands. He trudged away calmly trying to find his gate, taking out his cell scrolling through the constant non-stop messages. Most of them were from the Dream smp discord group chat, it was to early for anyone to notice that the loved sixteen year old left them.

His callused index finger hovered over the 'leave server' button, breath hitching at the thought of making it official. He closed his eyelids, dark decently sized lashes touching as he breathed in the cool air, pushing his finger tip down onto the digital wireless mobile device.

He found the nearest trash can, it had a argyle pattern on it, a rancid smell went through his nostrils as the phone slowly slipped away from his rough hands, sadly looking down into the bin, he pressed his lips together turning on his heel faltering towards his gate.

He patiently waited for what felt like a millennium, apprehensively tapping on the chilly metal chair arm rest. Thoughts racing through his head, coming from all directions, then the coms finally went off disturbing any continuous intrusive thoughts.

The sixteen year old lumbered toward his pearly silk seat, he sat down by the window seat a unsettling feeling rumbled in his stomach as he gazed straight forward. Questioning every decision he was making, as two other people sat next to him.

The one in the middle seat was a another teenager he had a chiseled, tanned face, sleepy hazel eyes that had little golden flecks in them. Wiry wispy chestnut hair that hung low almost poking him in eye, a little peach fuzz that was transparent on his jawline. He was hunched over looking at his char black laptop, black painted paper-thin finger nails dancing across the keyboard. He wore a sapphire tinge cotton scoop neck, baggy light grey sweat pants.

The one on the end seat looked at least fifty, his sallow wrinkled face creased as he gave a sweet toothy grin at a another old person. The bright lights reflected off of his scalp, which peaked through scraggly salt and pepper hair flecked through with dandruff. He was relaxed against the chair, fiddling with the collar of his fleece turtle neck.

The plane started to take off, with that ears popping, the turbulence harshly shaking making the Sun kissed blonde startled, a gentle fair willowy hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Hey I'm assuming this is your first time on a plane, everything is going to be fine this is normal." He softly spoke to the younger, Tommy nodded, slightly calming down.

The teenager glanced down at the ever green trees, fluffy clouds floated below him. He took a sharp breathe, lips in a flat line slightly parted, he then smiled and thought.

"Goodbye Britain."