Soulbreaker

The wind whipped around as if it was trying to remove all the hurt and blame that had been created. It made a howling noise as it went down the narrow alleys between the disused apartments and sped on towards the small run down playground that was stationed at the very end of the block. In it was an old, worn and rusting slide, swings that looked as though they would barely hold a small child and a climbing frame that had been used so much that the bars on it were falling off. The swing squeaked softly as the lone figure sat on it. The wind was roughly teasing locks of hair out of her hair band, whipping her face when in did. Sad eyes replaced the ones that were so vibrant a few days ago. He stood and watched her for a moment, watched her swinging slowly as she stared into thin air. His coat rustled in the wind and he walked towards her. The was no expression on her face, as if someone had come along and wiped it completely clean and left her with a vacant stare. He stood at the rusted gate.

"You don't have to do this alone." He said his voice carried away in the wind. She didn't glance up but her body went still for a while. Her hand moved to inside her long green coat and stayed there for a few seconds longer than it should. He opened the gate and it groaned as he stepped inside the play area and he turned to close the gate. When he turned back he saw that she had removed something from her coat and was holding firmly between her hands. It was black and he would have recognised it anywhere. Her eyes moved to face his square on and he was suddenly looking down the barrel of the gun she was holding.