COLORS [rhink] (COMPLETED)

NOIR

Black / Noir-

A color that is darker than all, yet brighter than the abyss .

Of the very darkest color owing to the absence of or complete absorption of light ; the opposite of white .

black .

black was the color of bruises that once littered his body

black was the color of his hair in certain lights .

black was the color of his only shoes .

black reminded him of the dark .

black reminded him of angry people that surrounded him.

black reminded him of the cold .

black .

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Bright orange illuminates the room as the young blonde watches the news. It was almost time for him to leave, but he didn’t feel rushed. He waited til the set of commercials started to actually leave, he bid his mother goodbye as he walked out the door behind his father. Diane waved and blew her son a kiss, before returning to the living area. She sits down just when the news comes back on, she sat contently until the ‘Breaking News’ began. She reads the headline before the news reporter begins to talk and gasps loudly.

“Today, we are in search of a young boy and his mother, Charles and Sue Neal. The duo disappeared this morning, from what we know. Their neighbor, Richard MacKin, states that he heard screaming, before it was muffled.” The screen flashes on a picture of the Neal residence. “So far, we have no suspects or any whereabouts of the two, but if you do, call the number on your screen immediately.”

The screen turns black as Diane presses the power on the remote. She stares down at her lap, duly horrified.

He opens his eyes, expecting to be confronted by white, or a doctor. Yet, he focuses on a eggshell colored ceiling. Was it actually a dream? He thinks, a rush of seeked relief runs through him as he sits up.

“Link?” He calls, but gets no response. He stands. Maybe he’s asleep. He’s always been quite the sleeper.

He walks to a hallway near by, but stops. It was different, everything was, he realises as he takes a look around. Link’s not here.

He stands there until he hears the front door open, turning around quickly, he hopes his assumptions were wrong.

“Rhett, honey, what are you doing? Are you okay?” The soft, southern voice draws in panic. It was his mother, he was at his parents place.

“Mom?” He says, voice cracking without intention.

“Honey, what’s the matter?” Diane reacts by pulling her son to the couch he just resided and holding him close.

“I I don’t know, I had thi this dream, and it seemed so real . I wanted it so be real.” He choked, his mind finally stopped turning and he came back to reality, crashing.

“Tell me about it, sweetheart.” is all she says.

And he tells her. He tells her of how it began, with him going back and seeing Charles, Link ,  again, and how they moved to California. How they started ‘Good Mythical Morning’. All the way up to where it left off, like an unfinished book. Where Link dies in his arms, he breaks, his heart pounding painfully.

Diane doesn’t say anything, just holds her son through his wailing. Once it calms, and Rhett has regained his composure, Diane finally speaks. “I believe it’s time to tell you.”

“Tell me what, ma?” He asks sadly.

She sighs and looks down at her lap, the memory clear as day in her mind.

“Of what happened to Charles.”

“W what?” Rhett squinted his eyes at her.

“Just listen, please?” She asks. Rhett nods shortly. “Back when he moved to Fuquay, when you had to leave him, there was one day when your father took you and Cole hunting, that I was watching the news and saw something I though I’d never see.”

Rhett remains quiet, although he mind was attacking him with questions that needed answers.

“Charles and his mother went missing, Rhett. They have been for about 8 years now, they stopped the search, though, because it became fruitless. I joined in at one point, but couldn’t quite handle it.” She pauses, wiping her watering eyes.

“He’s still out there, Rhett. Dead or alive, he’s out there.”

Rhett just nodded, cold tears already collecting on his cheeks. He was staring out into space, from what it seemed like. Everything felt so surreal, so unbelievable that Rhett nearly thought he was dreaming again.

He wished he was, though.

Diane frowned, telling her son something along the lines of ‘I’ll be right back.’

He wasn’t listening, hardly. He was pulled out of his trance when his mother came back, handing him a glass of ice water and placing a ice pack on his forehead.

He just sat there, still gushing over what has been said.

There was a knock at the door, a small one, they almost didn’t notice. Diane got up and walked over to it, opening it.

“Hello?” She asks.

There was a young boy, dirt covering his face, clothes tattered.

“Hi,” He starts weakly. “my name is Charles, is Rhett here?”

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