Williams funeral wasn't much, clair had gotten her boyfriend cremated very ironic saying he had gone up in flames, and had scattered the ashes into the lake out side his old home. she new will wouldn't have wanted his body crammed inside the plain marble vase like a Jeanie, she remembered him saying something like that
Some thing about how the Asian fortune tellers that lived in small gravy boats came to be, he said they were forgotten people, the ashes of love ones that became the dust unsuspecting people would rub off on their sleeve, "to polish the golden lamp and poof" he would laugh lightly, Clair loved his laugh, so contrast to hers "and then they would pop out and grant us three wishes for giving them the curtsy of remembering them, for" he would sigh while placing a daisy in her white hair, she had died it months ago and William had loved it more the the casual Burnet "the know the pain of being of gotten, and I never want to be trapped in a gravy boat" he laughed again and Clair smiled softly
Now
Clair only stared into the murky brown liquid, she couldn't cry any more, her crystal blue gaze was heavy and lost. the fresh memory of his death stabbed at her heart
Peaceful rebelling was normal for her and William, they had taken to it in an attempt to decrease rising prices of... Well every thing
Oil was as rare as a unicorn and at this point with out oil, their were no ships or plains to bring food from around the world, the economic bartering system had collapse and now people were scrambling and fighting for what little they had to supply them selves
Today was November 24. It had been exactly a mouth sense his death, and Clair found her self falling back into memories or that night 31 days ago
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Grim
Or formally known as Jennifer jekkins was an ex marine was told she was sent to "defend" her country when all she did was defend what little oil they had left leaving the army she ment clair and William and reconnected with high school friend lexandria, once shit hit the fan she later joined the rebels, the rebels, much different then the peace tellers were out to actually get the government to take action. The rebels at time could be ruthless, breaking store windows, violently stating their opinions or dangerously waving their weapons to the sky in rage at the chosen leader of the country
Of course grim was an ex marine, she had seen it all, the blood the lifeless bodies. But Clair had never questioned her best friend on life in the trenches, so on the that fate full day
October 24 Clair and William headed out to rebel in the town square, posters taped to their sides and Ruby face paint smeared on their showing skin, and a black hodie, pulled over their heads that marked a skull wearing a gas mask printed out on the back "give us liberty or give us death"
Grim had many tattoos, Clair hand four but that didn't compete with the odd number of 73
Her limbs were painted in black ink, tattoos crawled up her neck and along the front of her face, her back had a large picture of a viper tearing through her skin and winding up her spin was the largest.
They had been their for 2 hours before it got over crowded, people stood shoulder to shoulder and Clair had Williams hand in a death grip, they had stopped rebelling their opinions mere minutes ago and had concluded that this wasn't a rebellion
It was a riot
Things got worst from then on, police used shields to Corel the upset civilians apart, Clair fell when an large males elbow caught her on the left cheek, her face flamed and pain rocked through out her body
William was no where to be seen
The people moved like ants not watching were they went and only stampeding over top of Clair, she covered here head and curled her body and the impending foot steps continued to walk over her like gum on a side walk
Now I know how bugs feel
Grim was that one to find her first, the police were approaching, never had grim seen them act so violently towards the people. the were no longer in the safe zone, only a matter of time before the steal toed boots squashed Clair to a pancake, grim form her best friend sprawled on the pavement and as fast as lighting pulled her to unstable feet.
Police were closing in and William was no where near, people in black biddies and jeans were jumping the cops, bringing them to the concert
That's when the first shot was fired
A tall person went down, clutching her stomach as her red painted hands pooled with another red liquid, the sight of the girl only last a few seconds before she was buried be ether the feet of the police, the armed men were shooting at the cloaked people.
People pushed and shoved, the panic so thick you could choke, grim instantly toke off the black sweater and through it the wet pavement, she did the same to Clair, lifting the sweater above her head until Clair got the idea and helped she's the piece of cloth, Clair was okay wearing white jeans and a pale blue long sleeve the police wouldn't aim for her
Grim had worn a black tang top and ripped jeans, her tattoos glared in the artificial orange light cased by the street post,
Clair was limping as grim tugged her behind "we need to find William" she hissed Clair's head pounded and blood from a cut on her brow run into her eye
A tall man grabbed Clair's wrist and she yelped in pain, before she noticed the similarity between said man and William, grims fist connected with Williams nose "holy hell grim!" Grims eyes widened in distress "come on he have to get out of here" she shouted over the chaos William nodded toward an ally way "the house is this way"
The three friends scurried toward the ally way hoping to be consumed by shadows, a tall rushing fence leered before them, Clair laches onto the fence first and climbed as gun fire went off and she threw her body over the metal death trap and hit the cracked pavement with a thud, William and grim followed behind her the they were so close to their home they could see it bend around the corner.
But this street had it worst bodies laid on the cold concert as people sodded into the lifeless bodies before them, only for more shots to go off
And them so became another body
A older women was pushed into a dumpster her cries swallowed by the noise suffocating the rest of the neighbourhood a young man, her son laid in a lake of his own blood, Clair could see what he looked like other then a black hood with the well none rebel symbol, she couldn't make out the colour of his hair, only that is stuck to his face his blood working like glue and his eyes were lifeless, still open but empty. at that moment the women screamed reaching for her son in a last such effort to see him as the officer before he ploaded his gun
And fired.
William, was still wearing his sweater.
William lunched him self at the cop, tackling him to the wet ground and falling to the earth in a tumble of insults, fear clutched Clair's Heart as she screamed, emotions began to over whelm her, threatening to break her.
"WILLIAM" her screams echoed against her skull "WILLIAM" her boyfriend turned to look at her as he delivery a punch to the officers gut, his lily pad green gaze filled with rage
That's went it happened, when the cop Unstrapped the gun in his holster and held it against Williams side. it was loud, the gun shot. it seemed to over ride all of the other noises as Clair fell to her knees. tears running trails down her bloodied painted face.
When the the ought hit her
grim knew how to fight
"Help him!" Grims devastated face reflected Clair's back see did as her best friend said and ran at the officer, her steel toed booted meant the officer in the gut and her flew to the ground in surprise, grims marine training only caught the cop by surprise as Clair toke Williams arm around her own and lead him toward the house, grim snatched the gun up from the ground pointed it at the officer face, just between his brow.
And fired before shoving the cold metal at her hip and running, she toke Williams other arm as the reeked cross the road. the mail box beside them burst to flames, 4 police men in black,red and blue caught flame, 8 other were only curatorial damage.
The kicked down the door and laid his body on the brown earth tone rug at their feet. "Come on William" Clair's sods were erratic and came in gasp "your stronger then me, heroes like you never die like this in movies" William tried to laugh, but instead blood only gurgled up his throat "your not funny William, I swear if you die I will sent dean and Sam Winchester after you" Clair wiped the blood away from his eyes, as she named to old famous Netflix channel, his breath subsided and his head went limp in her hands.
"William? William!!" Her voice cracked as grim layed a shaky hand on Williams shoulder and lauded her ear to his chest
Silence
Some time quiet is violent
Grim removed her hand from the wound a despite Being dead he still bleed
She shook her head slowly peeling her body away from Williams and squeezing her eyes shut. Clair's sobbing were be rely muffled by her boyfriends black blood soaked hoodie
That's when the hallway caught fire, stumbling back into the blinding hear grim peeled Clair's body away from William burning corpse, her time of grieving was cut short as the threw their body's onto the stair case beside the door way, Alexandria's voice could be geared above the flames "STAY THEIR-" the alarm went off, deafening them temporally and panic also began to roast their nerves
After many bucket of water and running up and down the flight of steps against their protesting muscles, the flames had turned to once yellow wall to black and Williams corpse was bearly singed
Clair began to shake
Her whole body, shaking to the bone and her teeth clattered against each other, but she couldn't cry, she felt empty, like she had no more tears to lose.
"She is in shock lay her down" embers voice drifted past her tremors and she felt her self being laid down on the carpet.
Much like William
And with that thought her vision faded
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~present~
Clair touched her head lightly, she supposably had a concussion, the bump was finally gone but she still got killer head aches.
She plucked a flower found near the lake side and brought it to her nose, it was a daisy, she loved daisy's, she didn't know why
Maybe she liked them because they reminded her of when she meant William in her photography class.
She plucked a petal from the stem
He likes me
Maybe she liked them because not many others liked them unless they were painted or coloured
He likes me not
Or it could be because they were so simple yet so complicated, like trying to understand why some one would chose a daisy to tell if they had a chance with the boy they like
He likes me
Williams use to laugh when she did that and said that a daisy could never catch how much he liked her
He likes me not