Hey, readers! This is just one of those stories that I started ages ago (so excuse my writing skills from when I was 12 lol), never published and just finally got back into after some inspiration. I hope you like it!
It had been a week since I had found their bodies. A week to come to terms with the end of the life I knew. The police were so shocked that a murder had occurred in the county after almost 50 years. Crime had reduced to an all-time low, mostly because there was no one left on the planet to commit crimes, really. Most humans lived off planet or were serving in Starfleet. The only places where crimes occasionally occurred were cities like NYC, San Francisco, and Paris, where relatively large populations remained. But this obviously wasn't the case with my parents.
They couldn't have an open-casket funeral because their bodies were too badly burned. It would be grisly to show the mourners a pile of ashes that were once their colleagues. The authorities wouldn't let me see them after they got to the scene, I quote "very inappropriate for a 17 year old." I guess they forgot, or rather ignorantly overlooked the fact that I was the one who found them. I was also their eldest child. It made sense to give me their burial rites, right? But no, apparently, our "godfather" Martin Stone (who had never bothered to come meet us before the funeral) was flying from San Francisco to oversee it. There would be no get together, no wake, or last wishes for my parents. Instead, he had seen to it that their cremation (as if they hadn't already been burned alive) would take place immediately. After that, we would meet with lawyers to discuss our estate. Dean and I had no living relatives except for Martin who was named Dean's godfather after he was born. He didn't even have an obligation towards me. I was utterly and completely alone.
"Dean! Mars! What a pleasure to meet you both!" Martin crooned. Apparently, he was a manager who had struck new money by dealing with companies who were mining rare minerals in Teaia and other far-off colonies. Rather, he was an illegal goods trader who had amassed a fortune by doing mining far away from the Federation's planetary reach. Why had my parents had ever associated with a cheating weasel like him, I would probably never know.
"Hello, sir." Dean mumbled quietly. My brother was always one for politeness. Me, on the other hand, not so much. I didn't bother replying. I instead smirked at his choice of attire; he was dressed in a silver blazer with leather dress pants of the same color.
"Well, let's get on with it then shall we?"
The ride to the funeral home was filled with silence. Neither Dean nor I wanted to share a vapid conversation or pleasantries with Martin. Somehow, he didn't get the memo.
"Do either of you know that you're moving to San Francisco with me?"
"What?" I spat in shock, "Can't we just stay here? I'm turning 18 in 6 months, and we can look after ourselves."
"It'll be against your parent's will to do that."
"I'm not in the will though."
"Yes, but Dean is. Dean must move to San Francisco, but you are under no obligation to. But you wouldn't want to leave him would you?"
Dean caught me with a look that said 'Please don't leave me with this greedy sociopath' and I knew that I was going to San Francisco after all.
After a long sigh, I finally replied, "No, I guess not."
I looked out the window and saw the Phoenix skyline shining brightly against the desert sunset. I sighed yet again. I was never going to see my friends again. I was never ever going to see my family again.
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