Death Has A Name

Chapter 2

“Come on Trevor! Pass the ball! It’s my turn now!” whined a young boy. Trevor looked at his little brother with a mix of disgust and contempt. The school holidays were normally his favourite time of year, except this year he had been saddled with his younger brother.

“Trevor, come on!”

Fed up with his brother’s whining he kicked the ball above his brother’s head and watched it sail in the thicket of trees that bordered their garden. His little brother, not to be out done ran into the woods to fetch the ball.

Dark clouds had been threatening rain all afternoon, which Trevor would be grateful for, as the day had been unbearably hot. He was waiting for his brother when the first big fat raindrop landed on his nose.

“ADAM! Hurry up!”

One large raindrop turned into a rainstorm, the garden quickly began to turn into one large puddle. Trevor was getting angrier by the second, whilst waiting for his brother to bring back the ball as he stood waiting the clothes on his back became drenched.

He heard a scream, and without another thought he raced to where his brother had headed. The sheet of rain impeded his sight, the trees blurred into one. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, his heart thudded in his chest.

“ADAM! WHERE ARE YOU?”

“Trevor! He-“

His brother’s voice was cut off by another ear piercing scream, the sound of it turned Trevor’s blood cold. Trevor ran head long into the bushes, ignoring the gouges from the spiky plants. His heart hammered in his ears, his only thought was of his brother. He skidded along the grass and landed heavily on his front. Even though the heavy rain distorted his vision, there was no mistaking the colour red, it’s bright colour stood out in stark contrast to the dull grey and green of his surroundings.

“Adam?”

Trevor got to his knees and crawled over to what looked like a heap of rags. He stretched his hand out and felt the something warm. He withdrew his hand and saw he had clutched at what at first appeared to be sausages but pink in colour, his mind could not comprehend what it was that he was seeing until he moved closer and saw his brother’s face.

Adam was sprawled out on the grass like a starfish, his stomach had been ripped open and what was left of his entrails were strewn about. His head had almost been severed from his body.

Trevor began to scream.