WARNING! THIS STORY HAS SOME SERIOUSLY DARK PARTS! DO NOT READ IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT!
Now that that's out of the way, this story is based on the number one Hunger Games forum and roleplay, on a character named Donevin…
An explosion rocks the room.
The gun in a small boy's hand flies off with a huge noise. His mother screams, and his father runs to her side. The boy sets the huge metal gun down, confused and scared. He walks over to his mother, who has fallen over and prods her. His dad's face is streaming with tears, as he holds her thin hand.
"You!" the father screams at the boy's face, spittle flying everywhere. "You killed her!"
The boy runs to his mother's side, shaking her, terrified out of his 5-yr-old mind. "Mom? Mom?" There's no answer.
"MOM!" She doesn't move. Blood blossoms on her white work blouse, and the boy touches the redness, scared. The dad has gone into a state of horror and shock and is frozen still. "Mom."
"Dead." The father speaks in short, broken tones.
"Mom! Why, Mom?" The boy starts to cry and shake, collapsing over her body.
Again, there is no answer. The boy weeps over top of her body, his small body wracked with tears. He murmurs "mom" over and over for hours until someone knocks on the door and screams piercingly, breaking them from their reverie.
"Paul Ambrose! What the hell?" The father's brother comes in, seeing the three figures on the ground, the gun and blood seeping onto the floor. The father looks slowly at the newest addition, eyes lost somewhere else, in a distant world.
"Paul?" He steps forward to the father, Paul, and gives his shoulder a shake, "C'mon, man, wake up." Paul's eyes slowly focus on the man in front of him.
"J-John?"
"Yeah, Paul. It's me. What the hell happened here?" He surveys the room again. "What happened to Diana?"
"Diana," He looks down at her body again, almost as though he doesn't understand. "Dead." He swallows, hard.
John, the brother, steps forward and puts his arms around Paul. "What happened?" Paul's eyes turn dark.
"Donevin. He murdered her." At the sound of his name, Donevin looks up and shakes his head no.
"Donevin. Come here." John gestures to the little boy, who timidly walks up to his uncle. "What Happened?"
"Unca John, the big metal thing Daddy gave me made a big noise and then Mommy all red."
John's eyes grow huge as he hears the boy's account, fear stabbing at his heart. "Paul. Did. You. Give. Him. The. Gun?" Paul nods slowly, seemingly unable to speak. John stares at him for a second before turning, and running out the door in fear. Paul starts to go after him, but cannot keep up with John's weaves and turns. Eventually he returns to the house, depressed and worried. He opens the door to find Donevin sitting on the floor holding his wife's hand. His voice, cracked and broken cries out, "Diana…"
Donevin stares at him for a moment, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, Paul grabs the little boy by his collar, bringing him up to eye level, a dark sneer in his face. The boy struggles, trying to get away, choking a little. "D-Daddy, you're hurting me!"
Paul spits at him again, "You killed her. I'LL KILL YOU!" He throws the small boy against the wall where he crumples in terrified tears.
"Daddy stop, please stop!" The man whales on him, throwing punch after punch after kick, until little Donevin is unconscious and bloody on the floor. He stares at the boy's limp body for a moment, and sense kicks him in the head.
"Ah." He leans down, sighing in relief at the feeble pulse he feels, and brings the boy up to his bed, laying him gently down before going to the kitchen and drowning himself in a case of beer.
A/N: I know this chapter is really, really dark, but they will get better, I promise! And I swear I'm not depressed!
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-MS