3 Years ago
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"C'mon, sis!" said a small, blue haired boy.
"I'm comin'!" A little girl about the age of five or six ran to her sibling. She had a blue parka on, and she had dirty blond hair, tied in a ponytail with a blue bow. "We shouldn't be here!" she whispered.
"Oh, stop! I wanna explore!"
"But, Ragar-" the girl began.
"April, it's fine!" Ragar assured.
"But, Mommy died!"
"We can take care of ourselves!" Ragar retorted. "Don't forget, we trained in martial arts!"
"Could we go back? I'm scared!" April cried softly.
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I don't remember how it happened...
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"Don't be such a whiner! I'm younger and still don't whine as much!" Ragar's voice echoed.
"Sorry..." April's voice echoed as well. Suddenly, a massive, golden tail flew at the duo.
"Huh?"
"Little brother, look out!"
The girl's screams went silent when the tail impacted. A neck snapped. Blood spattered on a nearby rock. A small figure is sent flying away.
Hours pass, and Ragar comes to. "Huh? What happ- April!" Ragar cried out, finding himself alone, inside a giant footprint: An ape's.
Ragar ran to a destroyed roller rink. A little girl lay, immobilized. Her blue parka had become blood red at the hood, the continuous flow of blood trickled from her lips and nose. A tear was in her right eye, her hand grasping golden hair. Her eyes were white and lifeless. And her bow was caught on a broken roller blade rack, as her hair was bloody, making a poignant death portrait.
"NOOO, APRIL! NONONONONO!" Rager cried... his horror pulsatated through his very being... his very soul...
He ran to her lifeless body, crying deeply.
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But I killed her...
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"I'm sorry!" Ragar's voice reverberated in an echo again. "It's all my fault! I should have been nicer! We could have left!" Ragar's voice was paired with his mournful sobs... when he saw the hair in April's small hand.
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No... HE killed her...
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"I must... I WILL..." Ragar fumed. "I'll avenge April! I'll become stronger!" His small tail twitched in rage. April's tail was grabbed, and Ragar soaked the bow in the let blood. He tied it around his blue hair tightly, making it look like a true chonmage. It began raining. The blood from April's corpse floated in small streams, in the crevices created by the ensuing apocalypse. Ragar's tears merged with the solemn precipitation.
The four year old's tail tinted yellow, his hair following suit. Ragar didn't notice. His hair reverted to its normal state.