Suffer, Little Child
He could hear screams, but that was all. He could see blood, but that was not all.
Mama... Papa... I... I want to help... I want to save you...
He could see much more than the blood stained into the sand. He saw the people dying, people whom at one time he had called neighbors... friends... family... People whom he had lived side by side with and smiled at and laughed with and cried on their shoulders. People who had smiled at him and laughed with him and had done all those things with him and never foresaw when he would stop calling them people and start calling them corpses.
He did this...That bad man ordered this to happen...He'll pay, mama...He'll pay, papa...He'll pay, Maibe...
He did not look away from the horrors before him. He stored them away in his mind, he swore that the Pharaoh would pay for doing this to his friends and family and the people he knew only as acquaintances. And if he had to he would plunge the whole world into the shadows to avenge them...
After all, he was hiding in the shadows now, and he was all right... If he stepped into the light that the Pharaoh's men would find him and kill him...
The shadows won't hurt me... Everyone and everything else will...
I wanted to write a drabble, but it got too long. Now it's just a really short story. Hugs Silvie-chan Let's all thank my beta! And if you don't know who Maibe is, go read her stories you n00b. Review please.