This is my first fanfiction that I actually attempted to do, so yes, it will suck. Positive comments will be noted, advice and feedback will be considered, and rude comments will be ignored. I'm also not going to write accents. Writing out accents is a pet peeve of mine. So, let the sucking and bad story telling begin. :D
A slim body stood on the ledge of a windowsill. The cops had their guns pointed at the figure, readying fire.
"Come down and you will not be harmed!" The police chief barked at the figure.
No reply, just a slight head shake.
"DON'T MAKE US SHOOT YOU!" The police chief's voice echoed in the silent night sky. They mysterious figure sat still, no movement except for their ragged dark cape, blowing in the summer breeze.
The cape covered the wearers face well, along with their arms and torso. Their legs were revealed though. They had on brown pants that used to be long, but was ripped off at the knees, but their legs and feet bare, and bloodstained.
As the figure began to take a step, a police officer fired their gun, hitting them in one of their legs.
They stumbled a bit, their left leg slipping, almost falling off of the windowsill. Blood oozed out of their leg and dribbled down to their foot.
But that didn't seem to harm them.
They took another step, slowly and shaking, as the police chief called out, "OPEN FIRE MEN, OPEN FIRE!"
It was like a war. Every police officer fired their gun at the figure, as they fell off the windowsill.
"CEASE FIRE!"
The hood came off, revealing a boy, about 18, with light brown hair and icy blue eyes. His cheeks were scarred and covered in blood rolling down his face.
He hit the ground with a thud, as the police chief approached his lifeless body. The boy had on a red t-shirt and dog tags that had a word on it. The chief read the words silently.
Scout.
His body was lifted with caution and placed on the back of a pick-up truck along with two other bodies.
One was of a boy at the age of 19. He had black hair and sky blue eyes with a pair of silver round glasses.
His name was Medic.
Next to him was a girl with long chocolate brown hair and shining hazel eyes.
Her name was Kiera.
The two bodies seemed to be holding hands, but no sign that they moved.
Two police officers looked at them with a perplexed look on their faces.
"Isn't this a little unusual?" One asked softly. "They probably just overdosed on drugs and died together or something." The second police officer replied.
"B-but it was proved that it was murder. And they died in completely different spots. Besides, we put them lying down." The first police officer whispered nervously.
"And I really know A LOT about dead people!" The other cop told him sarcastically.
A small red haze filled the air. The police officers coughed and hacked, and suddenly dropped to the floor. Their breathing stopped, and they lied still.
Everyone in the area fell to the ground, and soon everyone in the world. And for the first time in a lifetime, everything was absolutely silent.
