Bring Him Back (a Rucas fanfiction) (#TheWattys2015)

Chapter Twelve: What Happened Stays in the Past

Lucas recited his story with great detail. His sorrowful gaze wouldn't leave the table as Maya and Farkle listened intently:

4 months ago:

It was the night before the last day of his trip, his parents were sitting in the living room, watching the television whilst Lucas was outside tending to his horse.

"Just a second Flame." he said, patting a brown horse on the muzzle and heading to the pile of carrots. He carried it in his arms and dumped it next to the horse.

"There you go! Just a little treat for you."

Flame gave him a short neigh and began munching on the carrots.

"Honestly Flame, you are one extremely picky eater!" he chuckled to himself as he started to head out of the mini horse pen. Flame let out another neigh, this time sounding a bit annoyed. Lucas rolled his eyes.

"Oh alright, Flame. Come here you!" Lucas turned around reluctantly and ran to the brownish red horse, jumping onto him.

"Go!" he smacked the side of Flame's body and felt a huge push forward as Flame began to ran. Flame exited the pen with Lucas and soon they were going for a ride around the field. Lucas could feel the cool breeze of the night brushing his face, he felt ecstatic, a night time ride with a horse always made him feel good.

The horse picked up its pace. Lucas let go of the horse and stuck his arms out by his side, yelling into the night.

There were stars that night, all glistening overhead. The full moon was also shining bright, brighter than ever before, and was able to illuminate almost the whole of the field. Lucas was sure he looked stupid, having his arms sticking out while riding on a horse wasn't exactly a sight you'd see everyday.

He didn't know how long they rode for, it felt like hours. That moment would always stick in his head, it would've been perfect if it hadn't been destroyed so suddenly.

There were shouts...Then a loud bang followed by, finally, the split piercing of a scream in the night air. Lucas commanded Flame to stop as he listened again. There were goosebumps crawling all over his body, making the hair at the back of his neck stand on end.

What was that? he wondered. He sat there, frozen for a few seconds before another loud bang ran out.

Lucas felt himself fall.

Falling...

Falling...

Thud.

His body hit the ground.

He didn't understand.

He was lost.

His legs were still wrapped around Flame's soft body except all the weight from the horse was brought onto the leg underneath him.

Almost immediately, he felt some warm liquid oozing onto his leg. He could feel the earth under him soften with ease as more of the liquid covered his leg. Reaching down with trembling hands, Lucas slipped them under Flame and lifted his body slightly to see if what he thought was true.

But as much as he didn't want to believe it, part of his brain couldn't deny the fact that the warm liquid he felt.

Was blood.

Lucas felt his throat go dry, his head was spinning and he felt weak. Tears streamed down his pale face uncontrollably. He tried to scream but all that came out from his throat was a raspy croak as if someone was strangling him from the inside. Backing up slowly, he got himself out from under Flame's limp body and turned to look at the house with a burning rage he couldn't describe. All his emotions were mixed in his head: sadness, anger, pain and grief.

Lucas picked himself up, fists clenched by his sides, and walked slowly to the house for what felt like ages. When he arrived at the front door, he couldn't help but notice the blood that was splattered on one of the windows. Bracing himself, he kicked the front door open.

Inside, a person let out a gruff gasp.

It was his father, crouched beside his dead mother's body near the window, cradling her head. Her eyes were still open, staring into space, her white face was frozen in an emotion of shock. There was a bullet hole in the center of her forehead. The tears coming out from Lucas's eyes continued as they got heavier, he was standing still as a statue on the spot, his hand was still on the doorknob and he was aware of a sniping gun by his foot.

"What...have you...done?" he managed to speak. His father was shaking like a nervous wreck, the whole house smelled and tasted of bitter liquor.

"You're...you're supposed to be dead! I killed you!" his father yelped.

Lucas then realized the situation: his father got into an argument with his mom and killed her with a single bullet to the head, then he had made his way near the window and aimed the gun at Lucas, supposedly killing him so Lucas wouldn't find out and report him, but instead, murdering Flame due to his bad aim caused by his intoxicated mind.

All of the nerves and senses in Lucas's system had gone blank yet somehow, he was completely aware of what he was doing. First, his legs bent forward, then his back and head followed. His arms reached out below him, grasping the gun in his hand and tightening his grip on it.

"Wh-What are you doing?" his father asked bewilderingly.

He didn't respond, he just found himself with the gun in both his hands with its end pointing straight at his dad.

"Lucas...Lucas st-stop."

A hoarse voice left Lucas's throat, almost unidentifiable as his own.

"You-You killed them." he fiddled with the gun in his hand so he had a better grip. A single tear left his right eye as he yelled, "You killed them!"

The trigger was pulled.

The noise was almost deafening.

Lucas watched as his world slowly crumbled around him.

His dad's head fell forward so it was almost resting on his mom's. Blood had sprayed everywhere, some even landing on Lucas's own face.

He found himself snapped out of his trance and his legs gave way. Gun still in hand, Lucas crawled slowly towards the lifeless corpses of his parents, sitting next to them and wrapping his arms around them with his warm body pressed softly on them. Lucas sobbed into his father's cold back.

"I-I'm sorry!" he wailed, "Please, forgive me mom, dad, please!"

He gave them both kisses on the head.

"I love you both but I had to do it, you don't understand!"

Whilst his crying never ended, he propped his dad upright and leaned his head against his shoulder. Lucas picked up the phone on the couch and dialed the police, a voice came on, requesting what his problem was but he remained silent. He reached forward and took his parents hands in his own, cupping it and holding them tightly as the voice from the phone continued to speak.

He knew the police were going to come for him soon. The least he could do was spend these last few minutes with his parents by his side, shaken by the experience.

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