Snow flakes and fallen angels.
A boy walks past the headstones, trapped in his head amongst memories of the past and olds fears. He had known ever since he came here that, one day, he would have to return here. He just hadn't expected he would have to do it alone. Snow swirls around him, and, with its gentle brushes, more memories return. His sister's first sight of snow. How his mother had laughed in the shelter of the canopies as he and Mahogany had attacked his father, putting snow down the back of his shirt. His father's cry of outrage as they ran and climbed out of reach. The look upon his sister's face as she died in his arms...
Tears fell thick and fast down his frozen cheeks. As he walks on, a flash of colour catches his eye. Flowers, alive despite the deathly cold. They are primroses, at the base of a Mahogany tree. The tree next to it was an Rowan- his name sake. He stoops and plucks them from the ground. As he rises, a blur of colour is glimpsed in the corner of his eye. He pauses, looking at the place in which the colour had been spotted. He had thought that, for a moment, it had been a member of his team. Yet, they had no idea where he was... had they? He shakes his head, the sudden wind chilling his wet cheeks. He carries on, well aware of how close he is.
He arrives. There are the three headstones- his mothers, his fathers and his little sisters. He separates the flowers into three, and lays them at the base. He sinks and curls into a ball, his arms around his legs, his head on his knees and tells them of his life since the last time he had been there. Of how he had formed his own team in Jump because he ran away after the "Joker incident"- and what that incident had contained. How he was fairly happy. How he was in two minds about the so-called villain Red X. About the Red X scenario. About how Slade had returned into his life. About how he was quite prepared to kill him because
"After all, he did kill you three."
The people behind the trees freeze, tears still falling. They had never heard all this, never heard their leader sound so vulnerable. They stay there, hidden as their leader walks away, murmuring a goodbye to his deceased family.
The leader paces away, tears freezing on his cheeks. His full length black cloak- the same colour of the rest of his outfit- fans out behind him, giving him the appearance, just for a moment, of an angel. A fallen angel. A vast contrast to the white scenery around him. He turns the corner and leaves the graveyard, and many unanswered questions from his team.
Hi! Had this idea in my head, the snow started it. What do you think? Should I continue it? Got many ideas for this, but want to know if it would be appreciated. One affirmative review would do it! Please review. Thanks!