Teeming With Souls
by Rana Eros


Another one written for the 1001 Drabble Challenge.


He's killed all but two of them when his father comes barrelling in. Those two go down under his father's gun, and then he's being pulled away from the scene, down the street and into some abandoned building. His father releases him there, breathing heavy and furious.

"Are ye trying to get yourself killed?"

Murphy doesn't answer. He doesn't have to, and his father swears under his breath before taking Murphy's arm and finding them a safer hiding place.

He felt it when the bullet hit Conner. He felt it pass through cloth and flesh, felt it burrow through blood vessels and past bone to lodge itself deep in his brother's heart. He felt it, though he doesn't think Conner did, and he's felt it every day since.

He's not trying to get himself killed. He's just waiting for someone to send his body the message that it's already dead.

~END~

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