Liam's jaw was set in an expression of absolute horror, pain, and upset. When his mouth did close, his teeth were gritted, and he collapsed next to the two limp bodies near him. His body was soon slick with the blood, and his tears formed tiny puddles in the dark red substance. His soaked hand touched his mother's cold one, and the seven year old boy crawled beside his dead father and rested his head against his father's chest…his mother's limp hand now locked in his.
He lie there for hours, caked in blood and his dark, unusual amber eyes glazed. He finally got up, but didn't do much other than crawl to the corner and stare at the two bodies, trying to recall what happened…when it all came back to him.
The gun was raised to forehead level…an insane look in that madman's eyes. The pair had a terrible, frightened look in their eyes, like a puppy…ready to be slaughtered. Then the gunshot rang, and the boy crept from his hiding place from behind an old cardboard box just in time to watch that man-that terrible, insane man-run off with his gun still letting wisps of smoke curl from the muzzle.
Liam shook the thought away and tried to think of what to do next…yes, find his friend Kyuro…he'd know what to do. So mournfully he moved the bodies to the side and walked down the alleyway, his entire body cloaked in a cape of crimson; not like he'd bother to wash it off. He knocked on Kyuro's door, and then waited until a thirteen year old boy opened the door to see a dripping set seven year old on his "Welcome" mat.
Kyuro gasped, and didn't bother asking what happened…he knew. He'd seen the man, apparently called Victor, running down the road and finally, shooting himself and slumping to the ground. Kyuro had seen it all. Rushing his much younger friend inside, the much older boy stood back to look at his friend, who was still crying and extremely bloody. Kyuro sighed, and brought in his "brother" for a hug, not caring if he soiled his clothes. "It's okay…" he kept saying, "it's okay."