Moonlight

Moonlight (Warning: Really Dark)

Smooth ebony and white keys glide softly beneath his fingers. Sweet, dark melodies running down the halls like small children excited to play outside in the first snow. The black and white attire present a formal figure. A formal figure that lost his soul to the music many years ago. A formal figure that would do whatever. A formal figure that screamed bravery and loyalty. A formal figure, consumed by his melodies. Melodies, begging the others to leave, to run for cover in order to stay safe. Begging for forgiveness of the great deed that was to be done. Moonlight, brightening the room like a calmed mother. Giving the illusion that we were free. Giving the illusion that he did nothing wrong, that nothing had happened, that he was forevermore safe, in the delicate arms of the moon mother. Sadness, creeping up like an old friend. An old friend that had left for the war. An old friend that promised he would never leave. An old friend that never returned. Unsure of the returning company he turned his back. Turned his back from the cold that was emitting from the heart of his company. A cold, so large that his waistcoat couldn't protect him. Moon mother couldn't give him hope. Moonlight, darkening the face of old friends. Darkening further, the soft ebony keys that nursed him to health. Darkening the white keys that helped him to sanity when the memories hit. Darkening them as if they never existed. The joyous feeling of the moon mother slowly slipping away as old friends block her from reaching out. Sending a message so strong that not even the sweet, loving keys could protect him. The blame was not on them for it, the blame was on himself, for he could not save his old friends. Dark times they were. Not even mother sun could brighten their lives. She did not fail them, they failed themselves. They couldn't stop. The orders were too specific. The darkness consumed them all.

Ears ringing, legs split, there was nothing that could be done. Movement was impossible without being consumed by the demons, aching for a taste of the sickly sweet, rose coloured goo. The goo that spilt everywhere and anywhere. The goo that would never leave the memories of the last remaining survivor.

Shaky hands create shaky music. 'Is this how it's supposed to be? Me, reliving Hell while moon mother stands by? Unable to help, unable to send her love and hope, unable to...to......' Sweet melodies no longer receive the calm that moon mother gives. Silence bounds down the halls. The predator, searching for it's prey. Moonlight, shines through open windows, reaching out for him. Her child. As he makes his final decision. Begging him to find forgiveness. 'Even in the darkest places, there is always a candle. All you need is to strike the match.' Moon mother always gave the best advice. Weight lifts off of the caring ebony and white keys, sending moon mother the sign. Hands that fumble for something on top of the piano stop. He has found it. Bringing the object to his ear, thoughts rush through like river water after a storm. One lasting thought rested lazily over his eyes. 'A suit and tie never suited me anyway' Darkness had finally consumed him as he pulled the trigger.