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A/N: Uhh...this is the result of anger and a very boring sociology class. Fun fun! Depressing flashbackish thing time! Yay!!

Trembling

There had never been so much blood before. It was everywhere. All over the broken remnants of the kitchen table where she lay. Splattered on the wall beside her. Her beautiful brown hair was now a tangled mass drenched in it. The sticky red fluid was cruelly smeared over her face.

Her face that now stared into nothingness. The face that had been so pretty, so quick to smile, even when tears misted over her dark eyes and she was covered in bruises. That face was dead. He had killed her.

"Serves ya right, ya damned whore," his words were slurred. He reeked of vomit and liquor. He took a final swig from the bottle in his hand, then tossed it onto the mangled body on the floor.

He turned as if to leave, but then he saw the boy standing in the doorway. "Get outta here, ya little shit," he snarled. He staggered forward, raising his hand to swat the boy away. "What the hell?" The man stopped, and glared down at the ground. It was trembling.

Everything was trembling.

Anything that remained on shelves was thrown to the floor. The windows rattled and shattered, sending glass flying in all directions. The walls were creaking and snapping. The ground was moving in waves.

The man quickly lost his balance, tumbling to the floor. He struggled to get up, and was again thrown down. He franticly looked around, his drunken mind trying to find the cause of the tremors. His reddened eyes locked on the boy.

The boy that was standing perfectly still, amidst the violent shaking. The boy that glared down at him, eyes blazing with fury and hatred.

The man tried to crawl forward, desperately clawing at the floor, but only fell once again. The glass shards tore at his exposed flesh. Tears began to spew from his reddened eyes. "Oh god, oh god no," he was whimpering.

A wave hurled him against a wall. He screamed when he struck it. Then slid to the floor, where he lay writhing. His eyes were wide and full of terror, though they were glazed and unfocused. He continued to whimper, but no words came out. Only choked sounds and blood. Blood spouted from his mouth. Blood poured from the multitude of tiny cuts on his face and arms. Blood was everywhere.

A final tremor rippled through the ground, and the boy collapsed, clutching his head. He felt as though it were being ripped apart. Then, with a tremendous crash the frame of the house finally gave in. The walls fell inward, and the ceiling came tumbling down.