Soot and Ashes 3

The old man dropped to his knees. His legs were now unable to bear the weight of his decision. He could not force himself to turn around and look at what he'd done. He silently sobbed into his hands.

" Davie...Davie...My sweet boy..Im so sorry. Your father had forsaken you...Im-"

The unlikely chime of a voice rang into the old mans ears.

" Pops?..." The old man froze. His blood ran cold. He looked up at the Man wearing the Fedora. Marshall hadn't taken his eyes off of what happened infront of him. He looked extremely entertained. It seemed that even he was shocked.

Old man Jones slowly turned around. On the floor next to Davie was a young girl. Her white shirt was soaked in blood that slowly drained out of her cranium. Her face was one of pure shock and awe. It was if her last moments were spent in disbelief of what she had heard.

The old man shuffled towards his daughter. He saw the look on her face and couldn't help but break down into a crying mess. He held her in his hands as he sobbed. Her body limply flailed around due to his constant shaking.

" No! NO!NO!NO!No...WAKE UP!! MEL! wake up! You cant be gone...NO No no my....my sweet baby girl...Please don't be gone. Please don't go.Daddy needs you. Please! Oh Gods above have mercy on this poor girls soul. Please take her into one of your kingdoms.. Please. She has done nothing wrong!"

Sounds of thunder rang wildly about. The light that was once emanating from the doorway had disappeared. The house was only illuminated by the flashes of light made my lighting. In the foreground stood a man in a fur fedora. Marshall. The smile on his face had not left once.

He turned around and whistled at the sight of the storm that began brewing.

" Mmm old man you must have really dedicated your life to the sea."

He then turned around and cast his gaze to the young boy with the spiky blue hair. He was rooted in place. His expression one of intense emotion. He had a look of not only sheer betrayal but one of deep sadness and regret. He saw the boy reach out to the man stammering.

" Pops?" The old man's blue eyes looked at the boy with immense rage. He looked down at his daughter and gently placed her body down. He got up. He was old but even his hunched figure still stood a good bit taller than the boy.

Davie slowly backed up. " Pops? Are you ok? "

The old man did not respond. He only snatched the little blue haired boy by the throat and elevated his body into the air. The old mans muscles bulged and veins popped in his hands. The blue in his eyes flaring with indiscriminate rage and anger.

" You did this..You got her killed" Davie did not look the old man in the eyes. Instead he looked over to Marshall who stood quietly in the doorway with a grin from ear to ear.

He saw what had happened but he could not come to terms with it nor look his father in the eyes.

Just before Marshall shot...

Davie was looking at his dad who had failed kill the intruder with his gunpowder bomb. He hissed his teeth and slowly reached out to grab Mel's hand. She did the same. They both watched in fear as the man rooted their father ,who was old but by no means weak, in place.

The he whipped his pistol out faster than Davie's Eyes could see and placed it on his shoulder and began to aim at them.

They both listened as the man talked to their father. As each word left his mouth their face's began to contort into an even more fearful expression.

"3"

Davie's Grip on Mel's hand tightened. He looked at Mel and felt weak.

"2"

Mel looked over to him and they both locked eyes and forced a smile. They both turned to hear the final decision of their father.

" Davie "

" 1 "

Davie closed his eyes as he knew that he was not the best child and he respected their fathers decisions as Mel was the harder worker and did more than him anyway. She was more positive more lively. Was good with people and had every quality that he didn't possess.

When the shot finally rang out he felt a sense of peace. But the peace lasted longer than he had expected. After a second more he felt the grip Mel had on his hand loosen. He opened his eyes. The barrel of the gun was smoking. The man who shot the bullet had a devious grin on his face.

Davie then looked beside him only to find that nobody was there. He slowly tilted his head down. On the floor Mel's eyes slowly locked with his. She was in a state or pure shock. She did not know what happened. She tried to mouth something but he throat was being flooded with blood. So she was only able to let off a soft gurgle.

Davie turned his head back dazed and confused. He was unable to accept the reality that had just befallen him. He immediately tried to call out to the one person who had the answers. The one person who he knew might be able to save them.

" Pops...."

The present...

"Aughu" Davie was choking. He hadn't taken his eyes oh Marshall. He could see behind him that the fire from the docks had spread into the town and he saw scores or people being killed and shot behind him. As his brain began to loose blood floe it became hard for him to distinguish between the thunder and gun shots. It all just became white noise to him. Watching all this in excitement Marshall seemingly had a fun thought.

He pulled a fourth pistol from the back of his shorts. The gun was a flintlock pistol with a black barrel. He tossed it into the air towards Davie.