The moon was full and bright as the autumn wind briskly blew the man's hair back.
Slowing, he looked around. The field was silent. He panted.
He looked around his torso, searching for the wound. He put pressure on the bullet wound, hissing at the pain shooting up his side.
He had to get to the hospital. He had to run. But...where even was he? He was at a club, he drank way too much, a tall lanky woman batted charcoal eyes and he followed. He remembered she bit his lip hard when he kissed her in his drunken state.
Then...nothing. He licked his lips and felt the taste of iron, a scab forming.
He heard a gunshot and fell. Another bullet to his gut.
He heard the crunching of the tall grass as two dark figures approached.
He could barely make out their features in his position.
"H-help." He croaked.
"You know how to load a gun, Greg." The taller said, not breaking eye contact.
The man recognized the voice, vaguely. The woman never spoke, but did make squeaks when he'd man handled her a bit. But the taller one was a man, no doubt.
"A trick?" He grunted, trying and failing to move.
The smaller reloaded the smaller pistol and looked up. The smaller was definitely a child. "No, kid, don't. Come on. I have little ones and a wife."
The taller scoffed. "Then you truly are an idiot. Come on Greg, we're burning nightlight."
The smaller nodded and aimed the gun at the man's head. "I'd say I was sorry, but that's a rock fact. Your death won't be in vain." The child's voice was light and casual.
Birds and critters flew and scurried along as the gunshot rang through the area.
The taller began to drag the body back, the smaller striking up a conversation as they headed home.
The cabin door creaked on old hinges as the dawn was rising. The younger was behind the taller as the man entered into the living area.
"Dinner is in the oven for you. Our bags are packed. Greg did his first kill and I planted the Edelwood seeds. May we head to bed? Greg still has school." The taller shakily said, making sure Greg was behind him.
His body became tense as the man went up and caressed his cheek, his hands freezing.
"Good." He went to touch Greg, but the taller put his hand out, his hands trembled.
The man stood taller, eyes boring into the other's. "Congratulations, Gregory."
Greg nodded without looking at the man. "Thank you."
The man hummed. "We leave after Gregory goes to school. I'll allow farewells since he's done so well."
The taller cleared his throat. "W-where might we be headed? You never specified."
The man grinned, so blue they might be white eyes looked towards the elder child.
"Gravity Falls, Oregon for work. We might be able to stay awhile." His voice was deep.
The taller only nodded, not taking his eyes off the man and pushed Greg down the hall towards the bath. Greg looked up, worry on his brow.
"Wirt?" He quietly asked.
Wirt got him into the bath, water hot, and kissed his forehead. "Make sure to say goodbye to everyone you were friends with. I'm proud of you, Greg. Though, work on aim. We can't have the luxury of space on our side all the time." He tapped Greg's head.
Greg nodded. No time for talking then. He got an idea.
"Oh, I know. What if-"
Greg spoke adamantly and excitedly about their coming adventures. About how things could go. A new place meant new adventures and new ways to make his brother and father proud.
Besides...what could go wrong?