Chained wings



/./ means that someone thinks something

The next day's dawn showed nothing else than the night had before.

The sun slowly vanished behind the hills out of destruction. Smoky fog hung between the

ruins of skyscrapers. Under the grey sky, darkened with clouds, was silence. Only a few

animals and human beings crawled out of their caves, left their shelter.

Charlie jumped over a cement-cliff, grabbed a fat rat and hold it tightly. "Jay.!" Another boy

joined him. He was taller but had the same black hair as his little brother. "Well done", Jay

took the rodent, wrong the neck; satisfied he noticed that the little body slackened. "Got it!"

Charlie nodded, set up a fading smile. "Go for some inflammable things and come back" The

younger one obeyed, bounced to a place hidden in the past war's fog. When he came back to

their 'home' - a onetime shop with burst windows - his brother had already speared the

animal with a stick. He sat calmly, waiting for Charlie to arrive, in a blind spot of the shop; it

was better no to be seen in times similar to these. What a folly to appeal on the humans good

sense and the caritas, no one cared after the war for someone else than oneself.

Crime was law. "Here you are", the pale face appeared in front of Jay and he

started to set up a fire. "Good boy"

"I will go to the borders today" "You won't, little" surprised, Charlie turned to his brother:

"Why not?", he replied a bit louder than normal. This was the way it was since the war had

been over and the world's human built objects had been broken into pieces, similar to their

parents who had died. For the time afterwards his brother had made him to do what he himself

wanted. "You're not Dad!", stubborn, Charlie turned his head away, went one step

furthermore. Suddenly he felt his wrist grasped. "Don't you understand? We have to rely on

each other!"

//Cohesion.//

".then.hurry up and come with me", he only brought this words with hesitation over his

lips. He waited until his big brother was ready, said nothing when Jay caressed his hair.

By the time both arrived at the border, the sun seemed to try to get through the cloud cover.

Not able to send her bright light down on the surface she did nothing more than giving a dim

gleam to the curtain of grey-coloured cotton wool-clouds. Charlie stopped and kneeled down.

"What's there?", his older brother demanded standing a few meters away. "Chalk", Charlie

picked up the red piece of chalk and began to draw a bird on the ground. "I would like to fly",

he whispered.

Followed by thousands, a drop fell down, settled itself on a strand of black hair. Nevertheless

he continued drawing, line for line over the battered ground. Slowly the colour faded, ran

away, seeped into the streets' scars. "Come on, little" "But. my bird." "he won't want to

fly in the rain", Jay pulled him in a shelter nearby - he did not pay attention to the little

hand of the 10-year-old boy, longing for chalky wings, stretching itself out to the rain, and

above all not to the grey eyes looking at him pleading. "Damn. you make it much harder for

me than it already is! Could you please be a bit more calm???"

Charlie nodded, thinking that he had understood, gave up.

The morning passed and despite of the fact that the day was only in his birth it turned darker

and darker. Calm, as if he was dumb, the little one laid in the arms of his brother. Quietly,

than a bit louder, Jay began to sing a song he had heard a few month ago.

Between the sharp edges of the cold cement his voice echoed as the first word had been sung:

"If you're near to the dark

I will tell you 'bout the light

I hope you'll see the sun

Someday in the darkness

Knowing the song I will sing

Till the darkness comes to sleep

Come to me, I will tell

'Bout the secret of the sun

But you can't see the light

Ever in the darkness"

Charlie had fallen into a light sleep. Jay smiled, tugged at the black hair strands falling in the

child's face. After a short time Charlie woke up again, looked around without saying a word.

He nodded feeble as Jay asked him if he was awake.

They set out back home to be back before the sun dives into the horizon, or in this case, in

darker clouds. /Wings would carry me over the dark clouds, far above the destruction into a

seraphic world of feathers and dream-castles/, his thoughts lost themselves into this

imagination. Tired of the eternal grey of the reality, Charlie closed his eyes, but only for a

moment - he did not want to fall. "Could you leave me alone for a moment?", he quietly

requested. "Nope", was the comeback of his older brother. "Please", "No, Charlie, NO!"

Greedy eyes noticed them and greedy silhouettes came near. Jay was telling about community

and cohesion again. The eyes closed, the ears plugged the younger one seemed to have a bath

in silence. /Let me fly, if only for a moment/ They did not recognise that some of the greedy

persons were too near, too near to escape. Feeling a icy blade on his neck Jay stiffened. "No

movements! Give what ya have if you don't wanna die, you morons!" A smirk was revealed,

as the speaker saw that Charlie was under their force, too. "The same for you, dwarf-kid, be

quiet", it was unnecessary to tell him since he was observing Jay calmly. He does not seem to

be interfered by the gangsters. "There is nothing.", said another man who had searched for

something useful. "Take the little one", nodded the man towards the one who hold Charlie

tightly and reassured this by a knife in front of him. "NO!", Jay grabbed one arm of his

brother, pulled him, who looked at his older brother surprised, towards himself. It was too late

when he noticed that he had pulled his little brother into the knife's blade, it was too late to let

off when Charlie's body slacken, pierced by pain and was sliding down on the other one's

body, leaving a trace of red blood on the grey shirt of the older one. The gangsters did not

want to have more annoyance and ran away, left Jay behind. The body in his arms shivered.

"Farewell. brother"

A cool wind blow over the cement cliffs, played with Jay's hair. On the gravestone in font of

him were the words 'Charlie Nevar' engraved. A raven made himself comfortable on the

gravestone, flapping with his wings.



Actually, this is a homework ^^ The song is an extract out of .Hack//Sign - just a bit changed. I hope you don't mind my mistakes since I am German ^^