Beyond Redemption
By Craig Steven
“As
greed of gain has drowned all temperance, there's nothing left to
stem the rising blackness.”
-Marcus
Bischoff
I bundled my coat tight,
fighting for its warmth, shivering violently regardless. The wind
whistled around me and the temperature wavered around zero,
threatening to freeze me where I stood. The tall chain-link fence
surrounded me and the tennis court on which I stood, empty but for
the blood that'd been spilled on it just hours before. Four separate
blotches on the green cement conjoined to form a warped Rorschach
test, though the clean-up crew had done a good job of ridding the
site of most of the blood. Three victims I'd never met, and a fourth,
the man that'd turned the gun on himself after murdering three
others; my younger brother, Christopher.
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