Sorry it's taken forever. Here's Chapter 2. Sorry nothing really happens at all, I'm kind of in the middle of a writer's block...
Hope your like it!
R&R maybe please?
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The spray of the ocean was cold against his face. Roger shook his head, allowing water to fly from his hair. The gulls overhead jeered at him, as he jumped from rock to rock. He looked down at his bare feet, cut and dirty. His hair tickled his face as the ocean wind whipped about his face. He brought his hand across his forehead, in his best attempt to tame his hair. Bringing his hand down, he noticed a flash of color. On his hand were streaks of red, black and white. He blinked, questioning the colors. He looked at the water. A trail of red moseyed past, followed by a few small fish. He got down, hands and knees, on the rock. The water splashed up again, drenching his face in salted water. His hands automatically came up, in order to clean his eyes. He looked down at the water, and started. On his face were streaks of clay: red and black and white. It was running, his forehead almost completely clean. He stared with horror at his reflection, uncomprehending.
Behind him was a small rumble. He paid no heed to it at first, until it got louder. The water splashed around him, drenching him. He once again rubbed his eyes and the noise was greater. He looked behind him into the face of a boulder.
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The lightning was visible behind his eyelids, the rain pattered on his face. Thunder growled overhead, Roger opened his eyes slightly. The sky was a light raincloud gray. It was morning, yet anybody was hardly out. He shut his eyes again. The ground underneath him was soft, grass. He sat up wearily, his whole body ached. He looked around, no one was out. Must be early, he thought. He looked up at the sun. The rain had stopped and left him soaked, his clothes weighing him down. He blinked at his clothes, and once again looked around.
A few people were now visible, coming out like the sun. He looked up at the sun and squinted. He looked down the street. He hadn't remembered what happened once he had gotten out of the house, but he remembered what he did. He smiled to himself.
Maybe I should go back, just to see what happened.
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Hiding in the bushes on the edge of the circular driveway in front of the big brick house, Roger watched the policemen curiously. There were around eight of them, all in their police suits, along with some paramedics. A few policemen were scattered here and there, collecting evidence, he thought.
"He's young. He's not hard to miss, looks like a demon he does."
Roger started at how close the shrill voice of his mother was. He saw her not seven feet away, talking to a stout officer.
"Does 'e, 'ave any distinguishing features at all ma'am?"
"H-he's not hard to miss, really he's not. His hairs all b-black, and he looks like evil itself, his d-dark features 'n all." His mother stuttered out. Her face was red from crying. Roger licked his teeth.
"Any pictures ma'am?"
"P-pictures? I believe he's burned them all. He's not the dumbest k-kid I'll give him that."
Don't lie. You didn't care.
The police officer sighed, "Alright ma'am, do you know anywhere 'e'd go. To a friend's 'ouse or something."
"I…I'm not sure he had any friends. He was extremely quiet, even at home."
"Well I s'pose we can get some information from 'is school."
"Yes, yes do that! He's a horrid child he is. Do be careful."
"We will ma'am!" he called back as he walked back to the other men.
Roger averted his eyes away from his mother, and towards the house. Two paramedics were carrying out the body. The white sheet on top was stained with blood. He could hear his mother's stifled sobbing, he smiled to himself. A scrawny police man started towards his mother.
"Excuse me, miss? Do you happen to have anywhere to go? A relative's perhaps?"
"Huh? Oh yes I do. Thank you."
With that she hurried back to the house, probably to pack her useless items. Roger watched the men work a few more moments, and backed away from the bush. He turned around and picked up his spear, just as a precaution. There was a rustle in the bushes next to him. His body became rigid, and he grasped the spear. He moved quietly over to the bush and brushed some leaves aside. He looked into two big, brown eyes.