Sinking As We Fly

Justness is Irrelvant

Hey y'all! Here's the first chapter, which started out as delete writing. Hopefully you can enjoy this!

Warning: This chapter contains mentions of drugs, graphic violence, a death, mentions of child abandonment, and a suicide attempt. Do not read if easily triggered by such content.

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Midnight's stars littered the black sky, twinkling behind the dark tree line. Somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted deeply. The noise carried, running through the branches and down a road on which two figures stood, both beaten and weary.

"There's no where left." The first man was sneering. Blood dripped down his Cupid's bow, dark and shiny.

       The voice pushed passed the ringing in the second man's ears, starting a domino effect within him. The sequence happened within seconds and quite similarly to dominoes, there was no stopping or slowing anything down.

One.

    The youth's heart stopped when the man revealed a gun, his grimy fingers wrapped lovingly around the trigger. The black metal glinted under some unseen light and the man slowly moved it until it pointed at the boy's chest. It was directly where his heart was beginning to work with only sheer terror forcing it to move at an alarming rate.

Two.

He fell to his knees and begged.
     
      He didn't beg the gunman not to shoot; he begged Heaven or Hell to let him in. The man of course didn't know that. He simply saw a teenager on his knees whimpering out incomprehensible words and sentences about mercy. The man wiped his mouth clear of blood and lowered the gun until it was level once more.

"Father, I am a sinner. Forgive me fo-"

Three.

A gunshot rang down the street, ringing just as far as the owl's lament.

     A young boy, barely even the age of ten, stood to the side of the road, hidden in the undergrowth. His head rang with the gunshot and his eyes were wide in shock. He saw a man standing over a familiar face, sneer still inscribed across his red stained mouth. Blood fell down his chin and onto the body, mixing with the teenager's own. The boy could see it spreading through the white shirt, covering the entirety of the body's chest. The boy felt the world come to a slow halt, as if the very earth stopped turning beneath him. The man shoved the weapon back into his jeans and slowly backed up, one foot at a time. Then the foot steps grew more frequent when he began to sprint away, down the street and into the night.

The man left his range of sight and the boy left his hiding place, rushing to the body.

"No, no, no-" His words were cut off by a sob.

He hadn't realized that he'd been crying. But now it was obvious. The world felt too hot and his face felt unbelievably wet. Tears streamed down his face and onto the still-warm man. The boy watched in horror as a last breath brought up blood to the man's mouth, the force of it causing his entire body to shudder. But then, nothing.

The police found the boy like that, face wet and fingers covered in blood while he leaned over the body in misery.

      Not that they could have done anything earlier anyways. Dominoes work in that way, you push one down and the rest follow like clockwork. It was extremely unfortunate that this effect ended with the death of the boy's brother, but that's simply how life is.