Y: 2005 A.D.
The girl stares at them. It's hasn't been uncommon, for the past year or so, for something like this. But how could it be that six years ago, these two decided to bring her into this world? How could it be so happy then, but now she is standing ankle-deep in water that ran red with blood? Some of it belonging to her parents?
"Mommy..." She curls up in the water, not knowing exactly why it is red, but knowing her parents are gone. She lays her head on her mommy's stomach as a pillow, and pulls both of her father's hands over, grasping one tightly and wrapping the other around her mommy's hand. "Papa..."
She wails out as thunder cracks. She wants her mommy. She misses her papa. They were screaming this morning. Screaming something at each other that the girl couldn't hear because of the rain and thunder. And right after, mommy had come into the other side of the three room house, saying something she can't remember now. Something about Klaga. Klaga. She still doesn't know what that means. Mommy put her on her hip, and the girl thought it was funny. Mommy hadn't carried her in a long time. The girl giggled, and something went sad in mommy's eyes. Something the girl had never seen. Mommy had grabbed two outfits, put them in the girl's hands, and papa had come over. They walked out, but something happened. Mommy started crying. Papa started cursing. Papa hid the girl and mommy under the porch, telling them not to move. Mommy cried harder. Papa walked away. Then there was something loud. Twice. Mommy screamed papa's name and ran towards the loud noise. She told her to stay but the girl followed. Mommy was fast, and the water made it hard for the girl to run. There was another loud noise, and some shouting. Then cars. And when the girl got to mommy, she was lying in red water next to papa. The girl thought the water looked like...she didn't know what. It was kind of like when she got a scrape on her knee, but nor really. More like the food coloring Mommy used to make cupcakes a long time ago. Mommy and Papa didn't move.
At least they had band-aids at home, so long as mommy and papa would get up. But they wouldn't. They couldn't. They hurt their heads and that is bad. They aren't crying. It can't be worse than a scrape on the knee. The girl cries when she gets a scrape on the knee. Mommy and Papa aren't crying. They couldn't be like Grandpa, could they? They could. And that is why it's so awful. She realized what just happened. And she cried.
The girl collapsed into the spot she lays in now, her hair and clothes being soaked by rainwater.
A/N: So, I saw no fanfiction that I could find really ever went into the subject of Metal's glorious Metal Town. Well now I am. And it's not what he expected. Please review! Thanks!