"H-hey, Jacob...you crying?" The girl weakly said to the one supporting her numbing body. She was cold and not even the warm flow of red could warm her hands.
"No! Don't die!" The younger one yelled pleadingly. He never wanted this this to happen. Not to her. Anyone but her. But fate had it's with the two that day. Fate had decided one would depart the other after all they had been through together.
"You know, I understand now why we're siblings..." she said. "It's because-" she paused with a cough, "because we were born without souls..."
The boy held his hand against his sisters wound tightly, almost to the point of cruelty. The hole caused by the gunshot was deep, and he had little experience with wounds of this magnitude. No...no this this can't be happening.. "Sara! I-I can't stop the bleeding... Oh god! I can't stop it."
The sibling somberly shook her head, continuing. "This world is too lonely for one without a soul... There's too much.. emptiness.." She looked up at her brother, who's tears had been falling the entire time. He's always been a crybaby. She gently placed her hand on his cheek and caressed it. There, there Jake... "Our souls are missing, but our tears remain. That's kinda...weird huh?"
"Sara, no! Please, please don't go!" He yelled through tears and sniffs. She gently smiled at him, despite her hand shaking slowly, dying. "Since I first saw you...I knew you were...meant for greatness. T..take care of mom...friends.." She laughed softly to her brother, enjoying her final moments with him. "Sorry, Jake...I love you." Her head began to slouch back, her hand fell off his cheek, and she passed away.
She grew heavy on his arms...No.. No! Please... "Sara..? Sara!? Don't leave me, please I can't be alone!" He cried as he buried his face into her shoulder, cursing under his breath as he openly cried.
"Jacob...let's stop this now.. Just come back with us. The boss might go easy on you if you come without a fight" One of them, the shooter said. "Just come back with us, and we can end this mess."
The boy sniffled as he looked at his deceased sibling. He rubbed his eyes shortly after closing the haunting eyes of his sister, who now looked at peace. Slowly he turned to the other three in the lone warehouse.
"...Stop?" he said monotonously as he stood up. His eyes were furious. How dare they..? Those...murderers! "Stop? ...You want me to stop?" He looked back at his sister's lifeless body, then back to the men. "Do you think I have the luxury to stop?" He stuttered forward as he stood up. "You cut down my sister like an animal, and you expect me to STOP!?"
"Emil, wait!" The youngest of the three called, the sincerest one. "It doesn't-" "No one stops!" The child interrupted. "It's way too late to stop! No one stops! I'll kill you al!" He yelled as he wiped his tears and stood, gritting his teeth as he roared.
His pride destroyed. His anger unfurled. His rage exemplified through the fiery barrel.