Blame it on the mute one.

The mime smiled while he bled from a thousand holes in his stomach. A cloud white suit exploded into a field of red poppies, all blooming and sharing their petals, deep pits of fleshy seed and micro-spray pollen. His hands went to God and his eyes to hell, wanting one to take him away and the other keep his end of the bargain. "BRRRRAP BRRRRAP AP AP" barked the Tommies, painting everything in brick dust and blood red with sheets of horizontal metal rain "BRRAP AP AP CLICK!" they yelped as their gullets announced their hunger. The mime finally looked towards a sky he couldnt see, his already monotone expression flavored by scarlet spilling from his lips. He fell forward, and crumpled, a human ball of meat, bone and fluids.

The people looking on clapped in amazement, many speckled by far flung dropletts of the violent spray, some shaking hands with the grinning thugs who tipped their hats and kissed babies as they strolled away, waving hello to police officers as they beat back the people too ugly for cameras. A boy walked forward, through the adoring crowds, the Celebrity killers and publicity officers and up to the mime, his body curling in on itself even with the warmth of life gone. Pitiful, is what he must have thought, to come that close.

The boy watched as the body curled and crumpled and collapsed and dried, becoming a pile of ashes with a black line of a smile across the top, a circle of serrated green just below the bend. The boy tilted his head and a tear rolled down one powdered cheek, dropping into the ash and igniting the magical residue.

FWOOM, FLASH, BANG. In an instant a new mime, dressed in all black appeared, dusting off his collar and checking a missing watch. The boy continued to watch, his eyes red and puffy and frozen in disbelief. The mime took notice and drew a tangible card, handing it to the boy before taking his hand and leading him down the wide venue.

It read simply, "A Nobody, for nobody."

The boy smiled and tightened his grip on the mime's hand shading his eyes at the sun as it slowly crept closer and closer to the world, burning the heavens, crushing the mountains and boiling the oceans. Cities vanished in a blur of heat and people vaporized where they stood. Only the boy and the mime remained, walking along a path of glistening stars that lit, then died with every step, falling into nothingness once used.

The mime chuckled to himself, and hummed.

The boy chuckled back and went along with the tune.

Meanwhile the world was still dead, and existance took little notice.