Kendall felt the beat of the drums as he listened to the water cascading off of the high rocks. He felt the music here as though it were oxygen. He eyed the creature in the distance that was staring him back. The water reflected like crystals off of Kendalls face and when Carlos got closer the two of them looked each other up and down. "your brother is a beautiful specimen... i know you agree." Carlos ran his tongue along his lovers jaw. "I love James..." Carlos smile jumoing behind the pale blonde boy and wrapping his arms around his abdomen. "I know you do." Kendall looked back as the Latino slid his tongue into his mouth. "Wait..." Kendall paused not seasing the intensity by whispering. "It isnt like that." Carlos laughed continuing his methods of La Langua. "you." Car los pecked his lips "are lying..." then dove in for another dance, the dew from the leaves above their heads dripping down and landing on their faces and sliding down to make their kiss even wetter. the bio luminecent colors engulfing them in a realm they did not understand, but loved with the entirity of their soul.
Carlos laced his fingers with kendalls and he snatched the younger boy up pulling him further into the trees. They came to the falls where James already was clutching his sisters body in his arms with tears of blood streaming from his face. He held her to his chest and cried out as sias 'Bid set free' Barreled its glorious sound through the trees. He eventually joined in on the song. 'Theres a scream inside that we cannot deny...' He ran a finger through her locks of brown hair. 'We hold on so tight but we can not deny.' The acoustics of the forest assisting his tennor vocals. 'It eats us alive...' The music faded and a different tune emerged. A triumphant battle cry and the intense waves of electricity running by his face. He rested her down and they looked up to see Mason. He stood atop the falls with a vine in his clutch.
Brook sat in her car, makeup smeared across her face and a sad look in her rear view mirror. She dmelt of axe cologn and downy. Next to her in the passenger seat of her car a box of James stuff. Miscelenious items, nothing more than a copout excuse to go see her only child. Something she has been avoiding for quite some time. Though she wasnt expecting to find james the way that she did. Twelve shots of yegar into his third girl that week, named tammy or Tanya he couldnt remember. Backing away sluggishly he wiped his face and even she could tell he was a mess. "Dude..." She said picking up her clothes. She buttoned her bra and slipped into her panties. "Take care of yourself okay..." she left without putting on any of her other clothes. Brook slipped passed her and eyed her fully clothed son who, with his back turned to her, zipped his pants.
He turned to look at her. "Can i help you?" Taken a back by his question her brow furrowing in a deeper state of depression. She sat his items down on his dressor and with a faint voice: "They never made it to you." As she stepped back he looked into the box seeing nothing more than a flat iron some parchment and a comb. "This?" He asked. "This is nothing why are you here?" He spoke quietly and frustrated. She sighed and shuffled a little bit to the side to look at him from a different angle. "I got a call from my friend sylvia." He could tell by the look in her eyes this was serious. "She told me that her son had been shot." He furrowed his brow the name familiar but he could not place a face. "You know your friend from school: Carlos?" He nodded then he let it sink in, what he assumed she meant. "Hes dead?" Walking over to the window she placed her hands on the banister to hold herself up. "No..." Letting out a long deep dramatic sigh. "He killed his own brother."
For some reason this angered James. He snapped at her: "So what? You had an awakening?"
"James!'
"Mom!" He yelled across the room. "I havent seen or heard from you in six months... and now because of the death of a kid i dont know..." She turned around but only enough to look at him, her body still facing the frame of the window. "A mother knows when she has done wrong." He wanted to say that it took her long enough but what came out of his mouth simply burned his lips. "Please just... leave." He crossed his arms staring at something that wasnt there.
A soft cry filled james ear. He looked at his bed to see that Manzana was now sitting there with his legs drawn to his chest. His purple face beaming back so sodden. The room had frozen. "Mason?" He asked. "It was here." Manzana stiffeld his breath. "This was the ultimate turning point." He sprang to his feet and trotted to the window right next to Brook. "Kendall is out there." Manzana seemed to glow in comparison to his surroundings. He and James were a negative when it came to how faded the room looked while the scene was paused. "Trapped in that house with that man... that house which in a years time Logan will move into thus creating a nasty chain of events." His tail swivled behind him as he turned to walk over to james. "And here you are..." The pretty boy was in awe. "Why cant i go save kendall now?" He pleaded. His voice truly signifying that he truly was broken. Manzana wept. "This be all i can do. its up to you to fix things now... you fix it by making a decision today. Im giving you a second chance, you and i both know what happens to Mrs. Diamond when she leaves here."
"Why cant i just stop it?" James asked hoping with every fiber in his soul that there was a way to alter everything and that be that. "Words have power to last a lifetime." The answer was all that james needed to understand what he needed to do. As the room came alive again and Mason faded his mother turned completely to face him. "James?" Her mascera running. "Was it me?" He asked her hoping she would say yes. He wanted to know that everything he did out of defiance was just. It was not. She shook her head 'no' and wrapped her arms around him. "No sweetie... its not your fault... none of this is your fault." he clung to her as he felt her fading. "No... no..." She turned to ash in his grasp. "No!" He screamed kneeling down clutching the debris in his arms crying out looking up to the ceiling.