Chris:
He was done with this. Too much insanity, all these people listening to a child as if he held the answers. Anyone could’ve stepped up, spoken words thickly laced with somber meaning and had the attention of everyone. But it wasn’t anyone, not the damned teacher or the shady dealer, no, it was a kid.
This is ridiculous. Chris wasn’t about to leave his sister home alone for a few months over the words of a child. No, he wouldn’t leave her alone to deal with oppressiveness that they shared; mother. Not for the words of some…
Some what? Even as he thought to himself about the situation, the word - child - rang false in his mind. Looking around at all those gathered here the word only fit the blonde boy trying to grab fish out of the water.
Finally, someone was talking. That loud girl who made his ears ring, so use to the sound of music that human conversation seemed alien to him, was saying just what he thought. This was fucking insanity.
Chris wanted to share his voice to her cause, to stand behind her. Allow her to be his standard in the battle of sanity that this day turned into. He was ready to speak his mind as well, to hell with who listened, when the child who didn’t truly seem a child approached her, speaking without directing.
He spoke of murder, or violence without aim. But that wasn’t what stunned Chris back, further, into his silent shell. No, it was his display of “proof”. A golden dagger, that reminded him of a Metallica album, flashed out; cutting through the air in perfect arc towards one of the strangers gathered in the crowd.
Chris slammed his eyes shut, waiting for the screams; waiting to hear the blood spill.
The screams never came. He opened his eyes. The dagger was floating in the air, held aloft by nothingness. Chris’ mouth fell open even as the dagger began to shake, to quiver violently until it tore itself apart, again and again, until nothing was left.
Speechless, Chris turned to regard the child-not-child again who was pulling out another dagger. He was speaking, "That was what happened to solid metal. What would happen if someone close to you... simply got too close to you?". As those words hammered his ears, Chris couldn’t help but picture his sisters face. The brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders slowly turning a sickly, tangled red as he tried to embrace her.
He shut his eyes, again, in an attempt to remove the image from his mind.