Ruthless

Rain

This smell. Sweeter than sugar. Sweeter than the sweetest flower. Sweet like... blood. This smell undulated through the entire mansion for a few minutes now. Ameto swayed as he got up. His pale skin was covered in hematomas. Every move hurt. However, he still forced himself to walk down the seemingly endless corridor. As he held onto the wall for support, his fingers touched something sticky and warm. A horrifying thought crossed his mind. This blood... this scent..! "Mama?" The terrified boy sprinted down the big stairs in the entry hall. In the distance he could hear Ayato's laughter. Where is he? Panicked, he spun around. The grand piano that had been playing up until now, had suddenly stopped mid play. Laito! He ran towards the room he knew the piano was in. Through the windows in the corridor he could see the balcony of that room. No! Turning around once again, he kicked open the front door and ran across the garden. He wiped his tears off of his cheeks as he ran. When he arrived, his mother laid on the ground. He fell to his knees in front of her. Suddenly very hesistant, he touched her face with his fingers. She was still breathing. "Mama... I'm sorry. Your child is useless and can't help you. I..." His body gets shaken by sobs. "I also c-couldn't stop them..!" The woman opened her eyes to look at her son. "Don't cry, my baby..." Her gaze fell on something behind him and she smiled. "You're here." She was a woman so beautiful, that even death couldn't make her seem anything other than gorgeous. Her next words he couldn't understand, no matter how hard he tried. Blood sprayed into the air and fell down onto him like a warm shower. His eyes widened and his father got up, his mother's heart clutched in his palm. "Ah..." That small sound was all that could leave his mouth in this moment of deep despair. His hands trembled as he pressed them against his head. "Ah..!" His brain didn't want to accept this reality. It didn't want to know the truth. This... didn't happen. It's not true. He closed his eyes. Suddenly there was this scream. This terrifying scream. That scream that shook his soul. It sounded twisted. It soundes angry and full of despair. It sounded like laughing and crying. Ugly and insane. It suddenly stopped the moment Richter kicked Ameto's head before he hurriedly left. Blood ran down his temple and dripped down his chin onto the dusty soil. Having come to his senses, he grabbed his mother's dead hand. Feeling her cold body, he pulled her onto his lap and held her in his arms. "A-me-to!" Full of rage, Kanato dragged the boy away from their mother and began hitting him. At first it hurt terribly, but then it stopped as he gradually became numb to it. His lips cracked open, but he smiled. Even if I break, he can't hurt me anymore. After his brother stopped, he crawled away. It's a miracle that I'm alive. It's a miracle that I can still move. In the rosegarden, he stopped struggling against the exhaustion. He turned onto his back and stared through the network of thorny branches and soft rose blossoms into the distant sky. The world seemed so wide and indifferent, he reached for it with his bloodied hand, before his consciousness disappeared. The almost dried tears on his cheeks became one with the rain, that poured down on him and the bloodstains on the ground disappeared, as everything became wet and cold.