"It can be true, right?" The little blonde boy grew up, now about to be in the
clutches of adulthood. "He-he's just confused. You-you guys wouldn't do that."
There are four victims on the school's roof top, the sign that says "do not trespass"
long forgotten, tilted, old and ragged from years of decay.
The tallest victim—the one with silted eyes—he looks at his companion, regret and
sadness soaking into his face like a sponge.
"You're the confused one, man." The girl leaning on the railing snickers. "No one's
joking here."
The blonde boy turns to the boy with green eyes. He sees his own bright eyes
reflect on the pupils of the other youth. His emotions—or lack of—fills his eyes with a ghostly, hollow void, like the other boy wants him to know how empty he is.
"You wouldn't really be planning that right?" The blonde boy asks. "That-why
would-you guys this is insane!"
"I don't need you're input dude," the boy with green eyes huffs. "Are you going to
help us or not?"
"I-." The blonde boy shakes his head. "I don't know. You want me to bring back people
who died. How am I supposed to even do that?"
"I'll tell you what you have to do," the green-eyed boy smiles, "it'll be quick and
easy."
The blonde boy looks to the tallest boy, his silt eyes focused away, like he wishes
he was everywhere but where he is.
"No one will get hurt, right?" The blonde boy asked, "I don't mind helping you
guys, of-of course but-."
"But?" The girl spits.
"But-I-are you sure this is what you want?" The blonde boy asks, his volume almost above a whisper. The girl growls, taking a step forward, but the boy—the one with green
eyes—pushes her back. "Even if we…resurrect them, I-they may not even be the
same. Is that-wouldn't that make a difference?"
"That's our business," the girl snarls, "I just want my brother back. And you're going
to help me-us, right?"
The blonde boy looks to his three companions, his voice lost in his throat.
"I-no one gets hurt, right?" He asked. "I-I don't mind helping you, of course
not-I'll do anything I can for you all, but-but what does this whole resurrect-alive
thing come with? Like what am I getting into?"
The green-eyed boy shares a look with the girl. They nod, like they've read each
other's mind, and then face the blonde boy, determination and resilience
pouring off their auras in waves.
"Just a little blood," he eyes the tallest boy, eyeing him up and down, "maybe a body
or two."
"Body?" The blonde boy asks, "like dig up their graves? Isn't that illegal?"
The boy with green eyes laughs, but his amusement doesn't reach his eyes. "No, of
course not! Those bodies s is already decomposed! We need new ones!"
The blonde boy pauses and stares at the other boy. "What?" He asked.
"We need new ones," he said, "not sure where we can find them, probably look out
for suicidal people or we'll just take out some randoms—homeless people could
work, but just leave the dirty work to us."
The blonde boy looks to beside him and meets grey eyes. "What?" He asked again.
"I-." The tall boy starts. "I-i-it-um-well, I-it isn't right," he starts, "I know it isn't. You don't have to do this-."
"You're a load of shit, man!" The girl screams. She pushes the green-eyed boy to the side, lunging at the blond boy. She grabs his collar, taking heavy steps forward while eh takes small steps back. "You-fuck what that piece of crap is saying! Are you going to help us?
Are we not you're best friends-family! We are family! You help family out!"
"I know I-I love you guys," The blonde boy starts, his blue eyes watering with
tears, "But I-I want to help you-I d-do, but not at the expense of others."
"Shut your mouth," she said—the girl—pushing the blonde boy to the edge, his back
hanging off the edge's railing. "Shut your fucking mouth-."
"Stop!" The tall boy shouts. "Calm the fuck down and let him go! He said no, leave him
be!"
"You're always defending him," the green-eyed boy mumbles, "but never have once
defended me like this."
"Because you," the tall boy yells, "and you," he points to the girl, "don't have
morality!"
"You act like you're any better, tall dick," the girl shouts, "you're just a pussy,
just like him-!"
"I'm not a pussy-!" The blonde boy said, "but this isn't right! You can't kill
people so easily-!"
"Who said?" She asked.
"I-maybe the dead should just stay dead," the blonde boy said, "people who are alive
deserve a chance too."
The girl's eyes, wide and vengeful and hungry, eye down the blonde boy, her hands
ready to grab and smash anything she sees.
"A chance?!" She screams, "the only one who's had a chance in this shitty world is
you, you privileged piece you shit-!" She pushes him, he stumbles and trips,
the tall boy screams, the green-eyed boy rushes forward, movement is quick,
slowed, quicker, quickly, like the blonde boy in the air.
It turns silently until there's a sound, like a sack of smudges potatoes hitting
concrete.