FnF Soft: Undying

Filicide

"ARRGH!"

Roared through the air. The heart shaking, soul freezing shreeks of a mother. Deafened only by the grind of tire rubber driving against the roads and the dying notes of a musical track.

"You selfish little brat! I'm gonna make you regret ever thinking you had a choice in all this!"

Wicked words escaped the lips of what some would consider a witch. Mairest. A woman in the spotlight with everything to lose. Or so she said.

Ice blue hair cascaded from her head, leaving it long and straight normally. Its strands as if wicked in nature, lashing out against the wind, splitting and blowing across it. Her skin, face was pale as one could be, it's colour almost shining against the sunlight, contrasting her cold hair, yet almost at home alongside her eyes, black, as if empty voids. Small glistens of yellow and pastel pink decorated the star's dress, a simple colour set yet still bringing out the beauty she is known to have. Despite her son's age she still looks no older than thirty.

Benjamin Fairest, how did he always get himself into the worst of situations at the worst of possible times? A question he always asked himself, and one that haunts him still. So close he was, so close to escaping this hellhole only to be dragged back into it. His black, empty eyes, hungering just for a way out gazed into his mother's angered stare. His hair, a soft blue, dyed at his desire, splitting somewhat into strings, riding along the wind, trying its hardest to escape the darkness that was intended to approach. His arm forced to grip, hold onto his hat, a faint blush red colour with a single dab of blue, pink and green. His eyes darted to his shoes of similar pattern, able to see his damaged, somewhat ocean blue pants. And a baby blue coated sweatshirt with its warning sign above the pocket. His skin as pale as the woman before him, and in his hand, a single paintbrush, it's wooden grip, roughly textured rubbed against his fingertips, it's brush head splitting against the wind and it's bright green paint flying off in splashes.

Ben's head dartted, spun from side to side, his eyes wide, his heart shaking against his skin, the sound of the wind in his ears, and the feeling of it against his face, it's cold embrace, vanished, replaced with the frozen sensation of fear, and the sound of his heart pounding heavier with each passing second. His legs shaking, feet trembling, standing atop a car was never safe, despite the roof being its sterile white and smooth casing. All Benjamin could try was to speak, his mouth unable to form any words, seeing the monster of his mother gazing, looking into his soul. Between blinks, Ben could swear this human became a monster he feared. Thump, thump, thump. Heart racing, blood pumping. It was all Benjamin could hear. Until.

"Softie!"

A scream that pierced any other sounds, that name was something Ben knew. His head quickly turned beside him, looking at a figure close by. The source of the voice. The voice was clearly a young adult male, if a bit deeper than normal, it's voice somewhat quieted, as if it's mouth was covered.

The figure that stood nearby was Pico. The man Ben loved of course. Small slivers of hair escaped his mostly covered head and face. Its orange hue rides against the push of the wind. His body and head covered by a hoodie is a swamp green shade. His eyes an empty, endless, white. A cold stare yet with good intensity. His skin a slight tan, although you wouldn't be able to see most of it, half his face covered with a pitch black mask, with a single white X where his mouth would be. And the remainder of his body covered by navy blue paints, coal black gloves and shoes. And an endlessly strong smell of fresh spray paint. His hand grasped Ben's arm, a little harsh but protectively. Somewhat trembling, or so

Ben, or Softie, could feel.

"Huh?!"

Was the only reply Ben's mouth could allow, his voice shaky, afraid. Unable to think straight. Still trying to process this whole thing.