The Game of Love

Chapter 1

Quick note!!
Like I said in the description the format of this is kinda weird because I originally wasn't planning on posting this anywhere, it was just for a friend. Idk if I'll ever fix it but hopefully yall can just get used to it. Also I changed the names from what I originally had them so if there is any inconsistency with names/nicknames just lmk!

Trigger Warnings:
- Death
- Guns
- Violence
- Blood
- Cursing

Ok read on👍

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Red and blue lights lit up the otherwise dim street. An eery silence crept around the gas station that had become a crime scene following the shooting that had taken place that night. Nobody knew who it was or why it happened. The only thing they were sure of, was the tragedy that had occurred. One little girl, who had been there when the bullets flew, left the now windowless gas station in search of her other half. She found her, her little sister, underneath a metal bench that sat next to a newspaper dispenser. She was quietly crying and rocking. The little girl crouched to meet her sister's height.

Ruth: Ann? Mommy says it's time to go now

No answer. The little girl, Ruth, reached out for her sister's hand but was met with a swift pull away. Ruth glanced at her empty hand, which was covered in blood, before fully sitting on the ground next to Ann.

Ruth: I wanna go home please

Ann: N-no, I'm not going

Ruth: But why?

Ann: Cause this is my fort, I'll-I'll be safe here...

Ruth: Home is safe

Ann: No it's not...

Ruth: Why?

Ann: ...There are monsters there

Ruth: Mommy and daddy says we gots to leave

Ann: But...then we'll die too...

A flash of the night passed through Ruth's mind. One minute she, her little sister, and her big brother were getting snacks and the next, the girls were sobbing over their brother's lifeless corpse. They watched him get shot. They watched him fall to the ground. They watched him scream in pain. They watched him die. Then, they had to watch as the police took his body away. Two little girls were covered in their big brother's blood. Six and eight, that's how old these kids were, and eight was how old Jaylen would stay forever. Ruth started to wipe the tears that refused to stop falling. Her flushed cheeks and swollen eyes matched that of her sister's. Neither of them fully understood what happened or what to do now. All they knew is that this happened because of who they were.

Ruth: No-no we won't. Mommy and daddy are-are here now

Ann: They-they have those loud guns too! There are no guns in my f-fort!

Ruth: They have to protect us with them

Ann: Bubba al-always protected us...he never had a gun... I want bubba back...

Ruth: Me too, but daddy says he isn't coming b-back. He can't protect us anymore so now we have to do it

Ann: I'm not like-like him. I don't know how

Ruth: ...I'll protect you, but-but you have to protect me too, ok?

Ann: Like knights?

Ruth: Yeah, like from the movies bubba likes

Ann: But I'm scared Ruth

Ruth: I'm scared too. Knights can be scared

Ann: They can?