Scene Kids & Murder Scenes
A short story
His words continued to fade.
Everything was gone in an instant.
Everything they fought for. Gone.
Blood gushed out his mouth; his eyes stared at his, whispering senseless nothings as they both lay dying on the cemented floor. His hand managed to move and touch the man’s face opposite to him. And for the last time, he felt his delicate skin, his pale lips, touched his watery eyes, and said, “I love you.”
I love you forever. For the last time.
Blood continued to shed, splattering on their pale faces. It was like rain to them.
The last time they’ll share a rain together.
The last time they’ll get soaked together.
The last time they’ll be together.
~0~
“You’ve been seeing each other a lot, Stan…” A girl said to a seemingly tall boy that almost looked perfect. He fixed his glasses and brushed his girl aside, as if pretending they were never together. She ignored his rude comment and they both continued to walk along. Yellow leaves fell on their path as silence maintained over them, both struggling to say something.
“Don’t worry, I always have time for you.” He mentioned in a sweet manner as he pushed his blond hair back, smiling at her to gain her loyalty once more. She giggled back, and soon, they were clingy again. His smile faded and it soon turned to a frown. He never liked the girl, and never will. She’s merely a tool for his other plans.
~0~
“James! The fuck, you’re late again!” Shouted one of the band members struggling with the equipment. A boy stood outside scratching his head with a sorry smile. “Don’t give me that look, get over here! We’re next!” The man shouted again. The black-haired boy scurried towards them and helped prepare. Making up excuses, he seems to be scrambling with his red electric guitar.
“Damn you, just get on with it!” One of them shouted. Setting his problems aside, he continued to fix his guitar and prepared himself for the screaming crowd waiting outside.
The crowd always mesmerized him. Their cheers just seem to let loose all his conflicts and that’s when everyone, for one second, actually admired him. He clutched his guitar and put his strap on, and fixed his cheap black Green Day shirt. His band smiled at him and chuckled, “Why James? Can’t run in those girly pants?”
~0~
“I’ll leave here I guess…” The red-haired girl said with pain to his tall, blond man. He nodded as a reply, and soon faced away from her. He walked, and left her standing at the door. Fiddling with her house keys, she waited eagerly for him to look back and smile. And waited for a kiss goodbye.
Leaving her behind, he apathetically strolled along the street, without a stroke of regret. The sun shone on his pallid face, highlighting an obvious frown on his lips. He grabbed his phone from his back pocket and hastily pressed the number one.
No answer.
He tried again.
None.
The blond man stopped abruptly and looked up the sky as he closed his blue eyes. The frown soon turned into a smile, and his eyes opened with exceptional gleam. Then he began to run.
~0~
The band began to play. The violin mixing with the distorted chords of the electric guitar, percussions echoing through the auditorium, and the crowd’s hands continuously throwing the metal sign enriched the lead guitarist with much ecstasy. Pleasure occupied his mind as he strummed the metallic strings with his bare thumb, which was already bleeding from the cuts. Nevertheless, the band amused the crowd, and amazed one man.
The tall security guards made way for a seemingly rich blond man. Blaring rock music filled his ears as his teeth formed a big wide smile. “This way, Stan.” Said one of the men in black as he opened a glass door beside him. The blond man frowned as he nodded at the tall person. It appears to be a conflict in the past.
They both sat down on a red sofa overlooking the band on the stage. Women offered them drinks and both declined politely.
“How is it Richard?” Stanley Reeds asked without looking at him, in a polite but fake tone.
“It’s going great.” The man in black said, this time he looked at him as he replied, and both looked at each other for a brief second. The host continued, “You and Adalia?”
“Yeah, we’re great. I just walked her to her house a while ago.” He lethargically replied.
“Ah, so you walked her then you came here with that Escalade outside my club?” He laughed before calling one of the waitresses to give him a drink.
“Why is that Richard? Are you interested in my Escalade?” Reeds shot back.
“I’m interested in your Adalia. Someone like her should be treated nicely, Stan. I don’t think you’re doing it right.” He immediately replied, taking a sip in his nice cold tequila.
“She’s mine, Richard.” Stanley Reeds mentioned after a pause, and then eyed one of the band members on the stage. The host took note of this and chuckled.
“Doesn’t seem like it.” The host started to laugh and soon enough they were both laughing. Reeds, after realizing his stupidity, stopped and formed a serious countenance.
“If you don’t stop this, I’ll kill you.” Reeds whispered to him, followed by a hysterical laugh. The host smiled and waved his hand that seemed to be a signal. He looked at him as he crossed his legs.
“You’re just a faggot.”
Faggot. It echoed through his head. Faggot. Faggot. Faggot.
Before he knew it, bullets were flying in the room.
~0~
“It all started with a small argument between the people in the VIP room. Next thing was everybody suddenly drew their guns out of anger and started killing each other.” A tall man explained in a not so serious tone. “Is that good enough for you?” He added, taunting a young female journalist beside him.
A massacre lay before them. But they were all too used to it. Too used to the blood, the stench of dead bodies and the horrifying mess. Just too used to it.
“Mr. Richard, where were you when this was happening?” The woman asked. He laughed at the question.
“Oh, I was taking a piss.”
The attention of the woman turned to two dead bodies in the middle of the place. She neared and knelt down to see them better. Sadness filled her eyes as she gazed upon two lifeless boys, one’s hand on the other’s cheek, both eyes locked staring at each other and the painful expression shown on their faces. The woman never knew them, but she was sure that the boys were in love.
Love was evident in their pale lifeless faces.
I love you too. That was what he wanted to say. I know that was what he wanted to say. I believe it. But he couldn’t. But…even if he would, I won’t be alive to hear it.
Try to think of all the possible questions readers might think and aim to answer them.
