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Untitled Part 1 - Prologue

Ok this is my first story so let me know what you all think. It's going to be untitled until I get a title that I find suitable. Enjoy! And chapter one is coming very soon.

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The house was quiet. Which is unusual unless everyone was sleep. The only sound that could be heard was the rain drops that were dripping into the pot that sat beneath the leak in the roof. If it wasn't for the current circumstance that brought the family together, this would be the perfect day to handle business. Under the overcast of the rain clouds, in the shadows where no one can really get a glimpse of your face. It's also a good day to write a song. Something soft, with an even flow, a ballad that could double as a lullaby. A string of lyrics that touches the soul.

'.... whispers at morning.... heaven's glad you came....'

The thought is caught off by the sound of a sigh, and someone getting up. Shifting his gaze from the window, he looks toward the culprit only to see that it was his mother that made the first move. A quick glance around the room and he could see that he wasn't the only one that laid a gaze upon her. One of his sisters gets up to follow her, probably to help her get settled in for the night. Before the pair makes it towards the steps, she turns around to face her children.

"I'm not burying another one. I'm just not. Whatever it is that you boys are doing out there needs to stop. A mother shouldn't have to bear the burden of outliving any of her children."

Sad and dark eyes take in the faces of the children occupying the living room. All except one. Her gaze lands on his last, and it lingers a bit. He knows exactly what she's thinking, and she has every right too. To a certain extent, her husband also had a hand in their life choices. Their little stare down isn't broken until his sister is tugging on their mother's elbow.

"Come on Momma. You need your rest."

She nods her head and starts walking upstairs toward her room. Once she's at the top of the stairs, his gaze falls right back to watching the rain fall from the sky. Another drip from the leaking roof, a cat's meow, Mrs. Wilton opens her door to let her dog, more lyrics flow into his head.

'.... I hear your voice now.... and angels sing......'

"What are we going to do?"

There was a scoff, and he could tell it was followed by a eyeroll.

"What do mean what are we going to do? You heard Mama. She doesn't want any of you out there like that. So, stop it."

"We can't just stop. The jackass that killed our brother is still out there."

"Yea, and if you go after him you're going to end up dead too."

There was a heavy sigh and he could feel eyes landing on him.

"Mike, what are we going to do?"

Michael drags his finger down the window as he chases a raindrop. He looks toward his siblings, locking eyes with the one questioning him.

"What we always do."