Running
The slaming of heavy boots vibrates in sounds around the alley. Heavy panting, russling of clothing, and sounds of sobing also entranced the empty alley. The footsteps sounded one heavy, one light. Like one was made out of metal.
A young man ran down the pointless alley, tears flooding his vision. He didn't even remember why he was running. But he did know that he had to keep running. Soon the alley broke away into a street, where the young man triped over the cemented sidewalk, scraping his left elbow but not his right. He quickly got up and ran carelessly accross the street into a dark empty park. He colapesed near a tree in the middle of the empty,dark, damp, park. Sobs shivered through out his body. Images he didn't want to remember flooded his bleary vision.
Blood,
Decay.
Skulls,
Human bones,
Organs that weren't ment to be exposed, were.
People taking pictures of the horrid seen.
The looks of horrid distaste or pleasure widing on some of the people's faces.
Miltary personal cleaning up remains.
The sadtic smirk turning into a hateful smile, of the saditic man, that He hated.
Questions.
Tons.
Of.
Questions.
That will remain unanswered.
Edward felt the presence of the man he didn't want to see nor look at. He looked at the dew ridden grass as the man walked up from behind him.
"Edward..."
Edward refused to answer the man, he only stood up and ran again.
The man's coal colored eyes held hurt, when Edward looked into them as he turned around to glare at the man.
"Leave me alone!"
Roy sighed and brushed a glove covered hand through his wind-blowen hair.
"Come on, Edward. Your brother will worry."
The boy shoke his head, unseen tears driping down his face.
"No! Go away!"
Before Edward could turn to run away further from Roy. Roy tackled the blonde to the lightly wet grass.
A gun shot.
A man running.
A clap.
Death.
Blood.
Decay.
Blood.
Fresh blood.
Not browned.
Fresh blood.
Not his.
The killers.
Death.
"Stop punishing yourself!" Roy cried out as Edward tried to get out of his grasp. "He killed people. He was going to get killed eventually. " Edward stopped struggling and he looked at the older man, Tears showing under red/ gold eyes. "It's my fault." Edward mubbled, more tears leaking from his face. Roy got off of Edward. The boy slowly sat up. "All my fault." the boy mubbled. Roy encircled his arms around the blonde. "It's okay." Roy mubbled into Edward's blonde hair that was slightly bloodstained and messy.
"no, It's not okay."
Edward looked up at Roy who let him go and stood up. "Edward, stand up." Edward stood up, shoulders shaking lightly. "You will go home. Clean up. Rest." Roy said soidly. Edward looked at Roy and then looked away, unable to meet anyone in the eye. Then Roy took a gentle hold on Ed's chin and lift it up to look at him. "No one blames you. In fact, they thank you." Roy said before he captured the sobing boy's lips.