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Ch.3

Luna: She died WAY before that. WAY BEFORE THAT. You'll see. Yes, there will be a flash back, but not right now, you get a little glimpse though. Yeah! One Piece! I love Zolo! Anyways, yes, Kuina is pretty huh? Imagine an Acceleracers animation version of Kuina from One Piece; just a bit more mature, longer hair, and blue eyes, you got Kuina Wylde.

I Don't Want To Remember

"You know more than you're letting on." Kurt stated firmly, keeping his eyes on the road. Markie had always lied when it came to talking about this, and now was no different.

The Maniac looked at his brother guiltily. "How'd you know?" He whispered croakily.

The older boy smiled sadly. "Big brothers always know these things." He risked a quick glance at his younger brother. "Big sisters do too you know."

Markie folded in on himself a bit. But surprisingly Kurt knew what he was doing. "She knew."

Atypical tears filled the racers eyes and rolled down his pale face. "But she's not here." He looked at the floor. "Not now, not anymore."

"She loved you, you know. She was always first to your bed if you had a nightmare, always beat me by a mile." Kurt replied sadly, trying to keep his own tears at bay.

The two brothers sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the world go by, or in Kurt's case driving.

The scenery changed from giant buildings to lavish green fields. Trees dotted the fields and cattle and horses were scattered on the hillsides. Markie sat content in watching the fields roll passed; he hadn't seen them since he was about nine, 10 years ago.

FLASHBACK

"Markie, get in the car!" The thirteen-year-old Kurt shouted at his younger brother. Markie defiantly glared at his brother. "Fine, if you don't want to go then fine, I'll have to drag you."

"No, I don't wanna."

Kurt picked his brother up and placed him gently in the taxi. "Haven please, the cemetery?"

The taxi drove away quickly, Markie had given up and just sat staring out the window, everything was nicer here, more peaceful, like her.

END FLASHBACK

They were in a small village now, Kurt had been driving for over two hours and although he wanted to stop, the sooner he helped Markie out, the sooner they could go home. He didn't like it here either. Turning down a small lane Kurt slowed down until they came to a huge gate.

Markie got out first and walked slowly towards the rusty gates, a sense of foreboding settling in a pit of his stomach. Kurt followed him quickly and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. The younger shrugged it off and glared at the gates.

On big lettering above them it said: Haven Cemetery.

The two brothers stepped forward into the graveyard. It took them about five minutes to find the right grave, even though they had only been twice before.

It was a small, simple grave. It would have been pretty but the years of neglect had taken their toll. Weeds grew up through the soil and scratched at the headstone, which was filthy, dust covered and weather worn.

The headstone read;

Here lays Kuina Namie Wylde loving sister of two.
Murdered protecting her brothers.
1987 - 1994.
A million words could not bring you back, I know because I tried. A million tears could not bring you back, I know because I cried.

"It's your fault." Markie whispered. "It's all your fault."

Markie traced the words on the head stone, muttering, "It's all your fault, she'd still be here otherwise."

As much as Markie felt the need to remind his older brother of what had happened, Kurt knew it was his fault. Everyone had said that it wasn't but he knew better and so did Markie. He had left her, even the five year old Markie had tried to help her, but he, her big brother had just ran, dragging Markie away. He had killed his baby sister.

With his free hand Kurt reached out and touched a small blue bear. It was so covered in muck and dirt that it was nearly impossible to tell what it was. His heart throbbed painfully in his chest as he remembered the day he had placed it there.

FLASHBACK

Kurt sat on the ground sobbing. The pain was still fresh in his heart and mind, it hurt so much to be sitting here but he had to do it, or he would never forgive himself.

The small boy pulled out a small bear, it was blue with gold stars on it, his baby sister's favourite toy. If she didn't have it she could never sleep, even when she was a little older, the bear always stayed near her. Kurt had given her the bear for her birthday, the only thing he could afford.

Maybe now she could sleep peacefully in heaven. That's where angels went, and that's who she was, an angel.

Kurt laid the bear carefully on the new tomb. Now she could rest.

END FLASHBACK

He dropped the bear and held Markie close, sobbing quietly.

He could blame himself, and although it hurt he could get through Markie blaming him. But if she blamed him then his world was over.

Unbeknownst to the two boys crying on the ground, a figure shrouded in mist watched them from the shadow of an oak tree. Tears dripped down her face and disappeared as soon as it hit the ground.

"It's not your fault. It never was."