Word: Crestfallen
Category: Gen (Modern AU)
Characters/Pairings: Merlin
Rating/Warnings: T for angst and drugs
Word Count: 300
The young, raven-haired man stood in front of the plain casket. His eyes were puffy and lined red from days of crying. Apparently permanent tear tracks flowed down his face even though the tears had long ago dried. With his hands balled u at his sides, he clenched and unclenched his fingers. This wasn't right. It wasn't fair.
Dressed in a black suit and red tie, Marty wore a crestfallen expression on his face. Something had broken within him when he'd heard the news of Basil's death. All-encompassing numbness and sadness clenched his heart. Marty found himself not caring, too. The hurt was too great to care.
Feeling all eyes on him, he turned and glared at the group who'd gathered. Most of the people he didn't know, nor did he care to know them. In fact, the only person he recognized his mother; she didn't seem to care if he was here or not.
"I need to get out of here," he whispered. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Marty stormed from the building and onto the street. The raven-haired man just walked. He didn't pay any attention to where he went. Marty just let his feet carry him.
"Hey, kid," someone called out. After Marty stopped, the man drew close. Alcohol was on his breath. "You look sad."
"I just lost my dad," Marty admitted, backing up. This guy made him uncomfortable. "It hurts."
"I'm sorry. So, you want something to make the pain to go away? I've got just the thing," said the man as he pulled out a small baggie of white powder.
"It'll help?" Marty asked.
"It'll take all the pain away. You will be invincible," said the guy. After Marty paid him, the man handed the drugs off and then left the boy alone.