A bang can be such a simple thing. Very few children are able to honestly say they've never used the sound in a game. A bang can open a doorway to imagination, creativity, adventure, and fun.
But it can also be the door to death, sorrow, and pain.
The stunningly white walls made no appearance of showing his movement. He felt like he was running, and getting no where. Carefully polished black shoes made little noise as he ran down the hall, two figures struggling to keep pace. Then the bang. A earsplitting, heart wrenching bang.
His heart stopped. His brain stopped functioning. All he knew was that before long, he was running into a room, a room that held his worse nightmare.
A pixie stood there, almost looking too innocent for the scene. That is if you overlooked the gun in her hand, the blood on her clothes, and the maniacal demented twisted look on her face. Behind her laid a body in a pool of deep red, almost black blood.
Once vigilantly cleaned and combed ebony hair swam was now maroon stringy spikes. His pale face and wide brow was splattered with blood, giving him more of a vampirism look than ever before. The specially tailored suit he was wearing that day was now torn and stiff with blood. The pixie sat there in his blood laughing.
The next few moments past in a blur. In later days and years he couldn't remember anything from those few moments, only after when the red headed male fairy, Trouble, was putting the pixie in handcuffs and Holly sitting in the pool of blood next to the body crying and praying.
"Oh gods no. Heal. Please Artemis, Heal! Come on mud boy! Heal!"
It won't work Butler thought weakly, there is no prayer to bring the dead back.