The rain fell heavily, the asphalt becoming slick with moisture. A small boy lay fallen in the street, slowly becoming soaked by the falling rain; his umbrella laying open a few inches from his outstretched hand. He groaned as he rose, a small testament to his pain.
"Remiel, are you ok...?", came the sound of a woman's voice. Remiel looked at his hands. They were covered in blood, having stopped his face from having crashed into the pavement. He stood quietly, his body shaking as the freezing rain touched him. But he was unaware of the sense of cold, his mind paralyzed by the sight before him. Blood began to run at his feet, constantly being pushed away by the heavy rain. But the blood at his feet was not his own...
"Remiel..." came the strained voice of the woman. The boy seemed to have been shaken from the shock he was in as he heard his name. His frightened eyes finally seemed to register the horror that lay before him. Remiel ran forward, the blood mixed with the freezing rain splashing as he went, stopping only when he reached the source of the voice.
A young woman lay off to the side of the road. On any other day, her youthfulness and beauty would have turned many a guys' head. However; as she lay upon the road in her own pool of blood, few indeed would be admiring her looks now. Only words of sympathy, and perhaps disgust, could be uttered, other than words of grief and despair. A large gash across her forehead bled profusely, oozing over her face. One arm was grasping a gaping wound across her abdomen, the other laying limp beside her. Her legs were covered in wounds ranging in size and severity, blood flowing freely and unhindered from the larger ones.
"Mother!" screamed the little boy when he laid eyes upon the woman before him. "Mother..." he repeated, quieter than before. He knelt next to her, his knees deep in her blood.
"Remiel..." came the strained voice of the woman. The boy seemed to have been shaken from the shock he was in as he heard his name. His frightened eyes finally seemed to register the horror that lay before him. Remiel ran forward, the blood mixed with the freezing rain splashing as he went, stopping only when he reached the source of the voice.
A young woman lay off to the side of the road. On any other day, her youthfulness and beauty would have turned many a guys' head. However; as she lay upon the road in her own pool of blood, few indeed would be admiring her looks now. Only words of sympathy, and perhaps disgust, could be uttered, other than words of grief and despair. A large gash across her forehead bled profusely, oozing over her face. One arm was grasping a gaping wound across her abdomen, the other laying limp beside her. Her legs were covered in wounds ranging in size and severity, blood flowing freely and unhindered from the larger ones.
"Mother!" screamed the little boy when he laid eyes upon the woman before him. "Mother..." he repeated, quieter than before. He knelt next to her, his knees deep in her blood.
"Remiel...is that you?" the woman breathed laboriously. Her pale eyes shifted towards his general direction. “Thank goodness..." she coughed then, and blood splattered across her blouse, further staining it an even deeper crimson. Remiel opened his mouth as if to speak, but no words managed to escape his lips. He sat there, motionless at his dying mother's side. To the passing observer, he would seem almost calm...but his eyes betrayed his true emotions.
"Mother.." he said once more, after a long pause, as a lone tear rolled slowly down his cheek, “why..." he whispered, "why...!?"
"Mother.." he said once more, after a long pause, as a lone tear rolled slowly down his cheek, “why..." he whispered, "why...!?"
Despite the situation, she smiled then, with an intense effort on her part. She raised her hand to his cheek and wiped away the tear. As she pulled her hand away, she coughed again, this time even more blood spewing forth. Her eyes began to wander towards the sky, clouded and uncertain. The entire time Remiel knelt quietly, the day's events racing erratically through his mind. What started as any other day had turned into a nightmare...His mother lay in the street, bleeding to death, and there was nothing he could do about it. "R-Rem-mi...-el..." she gasped, her voice faint, "I will always be there when you need me...so please...don't cry, ok?" As she spoke her final words, the light faded from her eyes, and her chest stopped its laborious breathing.
"M-mother...?" Remiel whispered. He shook her shoulder, but she did not respond. He repeated his words, bewilderment and anguish building in his voice. "Mother?" he whispered again, but this time he did not expect her to answer. Over the dull roar of the pouring rain, the wail of sirens could be heard in the distance. Remiel stayed by his mother's side, despite the pouring rain. He continued to do so, even as the ambulance came. Even as he sat in the back of the ambulance, his clothes soaking wet from the rain, he held onto his mother's cold hands. Not even once, since his mother's final wish, did he cry...
"M-mother...?" Remiel whispered. He shook her shoulder, but she did not respond. He repeated his words, bewilderment and anguish building in his voice. "Mother?" he whispered again, but this time he did not expect her to answer. Over the dull roar of the pouring rain, the wail of sirens could be heard in the distance. Remiel stayed by his mother's side, despite the pouring rain. He continued to do so, even as the ambulance came. Even as he sat in the back of the ambulance, his clothes soaking wet from the rain, he held onto his mother's cold hands. Not even once, since his mother's final wish, did he cry...
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