Street Bird

Prologue

-Gotham-Hayley's Circus-

    The Flying Graysons was well.... Flying! Flying through the air, performing tricks and all. The act was amazing. Breathtaking I suppose, seeing there's no safety net whatsoever. Everything seemed so right. Well, at least it was... until that accident happened. The accident that will change the little bird's life... Forever.

   "MOM!!!"

   "DAD!!!"

   "NO!!!"

    The little bird screamed desperately seeing his parent's rope had snapped off. He hurriedly ran to the edge of his platform, his right hand outstretched desperately to save his parents. But it was all for nothing. His distance was just plain impossible for him to touch them. Let alone save them from the fall. He was too late to try anything else.

    CRACK!!!

    A bloodcurdling crack was heard as the parent of the little bird made contact with the solid circus ground. The crowd let out screams of terror. Their eyes widen in horror. Soon they all left the circus, all screaming for help. Almost all of them didn't even think of the little bird's parents. All that they care about was their own safety. One certain fellow however, took the leave for the little bird's sake. And soon . But not so soon enough, ambulance and police cars came to the rescue. Though we all know it was too late.

    Inside of the grand circus tent, stood the little bird himself. He was flabbergasted, his feet glued to his previous stand. His breathing rapidly increasing as he felt that his lungs was refusing to collect anymore air.His gut twisted in shock. 'This can't be happening' He thought to himself as his eyes glanced at the snapped rope. His eyes shut in denial. His heart ached with sorrow. But once again, he denied to accept the fact. He denied to accept the truth. 'They must've landed safely. The crack was just for show or something.' He positively reassured himself.

    He climbed down the ladder, silently praying that it was all just a simple dream. A nightmare. He shuts his eyes, 'I'm going to wake up any minute now-' "Ugh!" He let out a grunt, almost slipping down to his untimely doom. Lucky for him, he managed to hang on. When he reached the circus ground, he let out a shaky breath. Turning towards his parents, the little bird opened his eyes slowly. He knew they were gone. But he wasn't prepared enough for the scene displayed in front of him.

    His parents bodies was sprawled on the floor, covered up by their own blood. The scarlet liquid was glimmering under the circus light, making small puddles under and among their bodies. Their arms and legs were positioned in the most horrific way possible, making anyone who saw them cringe and shiver. The little bird's heart sank deeper at the sight, a twinge of pain spread across his little heart. His eyes stung as tears started to form, hanging dangerously close to slipping out.

    He ran to his parent's bodies and shook them.

    "Mom.... Dad.... Wake up!" He croaked out, his voice started to crack at the end. He shook their bodies again. And again. And again. But to no avail. He knew they were long gone, he knew there was nothing he can do to bring them back. But again, he denied the truth and continued to shook his parent's bodies.

    "Don't just leave me here! Mom! Dad! Get up! This was supposed to be fun! And I'm not having it. This isn't fun whatsoever! At all! "By now, he was practically screaming at them. Hysterically. Drops of tears streamed down his cheeks, making little rivers. The tears fell down like waterfalls. Colliding onto the circus ground, joining the sickening puddles of blood. He kept crying, his body trembled in grief. He hugged his parents tightly, his silent cries changing into loud sobs. He stayed like that for the longest time.

    "Ummm.... Little boy?" A voice called him over as a hand patted lightly at his shoulder.

    He turned to see a young policewomen who gave him a small sympathetic smile. Behind her, came the others, who immediately covered up the circus ground. He stared at her, his eyes still streaming with tears. She gave him a hand to take, but instead of doing the obvious thing to do... He shook his head weakly and continued his previous action. He hugged his parent's bodies.

    "We need to get him off of the bodies!" A skinny policeman whispered quietly to his partner, the young policewomen. She nodded meekly.

"But we can't. Not now. Can't you see that he's in shock?" She whispered back, eyes glancing at the boy.

    "You guys are too soft! We need to get the bodies. Now!" A man came along, he was one of the higher ranked officer.

    "Yes sir!" Both of them made a quick salute and proceeded their way to the boy.

    After a couple of minutes, they finally managed to yanked the boy away from his parent's bodies. He didn't like that idea at all. He fought with all of his might to get out of the cops's hands. Kicking, punching, scratching, everything! But after a while, he lost his energy to keep going. He realized: 'That's right. They're dead now. Nothing I can do to help them.'

    He finally chugged down that bitter news to himself. The officers noticed his sudden act of.... Nothing. His head now hung low, a few drops of his tears made it's way down his cheeks again. His back slouched in defeat and exhaustion, he was tired. Physically and mentally.

    I mean how often does your parents dies in front of you?

    Not often.

    Not often I tell you.

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    The policewoman hugged the boy and carried him outside. She left him near a police car and told him to stay there until the situation was clear enough. He nodded, and finally took a rest. His mind was now flooding with thoughts. 'Is this it? Is this the way they are going to be remembered? Death by a freak accident? '

   'Who could possibly even think of ki-' His eyes widened. Face changing. Eyes dulled and his expression's darken.

   "Of course." He told to himself bitterly.

   "Zucco."

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   (A/N):  And...... How did it go??? What do you guys think so far? Should I make this story in third P.O.V or his P.O.V??? Or should I make it in a third P.O.V and add in the characters P.O.V here and there? Tell me what you guys think of it so far.

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