"Hush little... Hush little..."
He sang softly over the gentle sounds of water dripping from the fountain he sat upon. Delicately made and intricately designed the statues and pillars stood in the south entrance of the Fall Vally Mall and the young man sat solemnly staring out the glass from a spot within the stone and water contraption where it was dry. As to how he's made it there and how he stayed dry would be his own little secret for the time being.
Below the in the pool of water a steel bat floated about, the water around it tinted a slight red but not much. The bat itself, though seemingly new, had major dents in it and had the appearance of being straitened out after being bent.
The look on the man's face who sat in the fountain seemed fairly stoic though his voice was tainted with a sadness found only after a major loss. He sang softly, melodically, but without enthusiasm.
"Hush little baby, don't say a word. Brother's gonna buy you a mockingbird"
An odd stench in the air that should vanished when near the water only seems to get stronger. It's not the water itself but it is near. Behind the fountain blood stains the tile floors of the multiple story mall and a different dripping sound can be heard. Red life drips from the back of a young girl's head. Her pretty shirt stained with her own fluids, her flesh damaged by loved ones. The other bodies lay scattered on the ground, brains and blood oozing out.
"If that mockingbird don't sing Brother's gonna buy you a diamond ring. If that diamond ring turns brass, Brother's gonna buy you a looking glass."
How to explain this, we'll have to go back a bit. Almost like a memory one would want to forget. He had shoved a javelin through her head after he's stabbed another with the same instrument. Another's head would be busted open with the bat that later would float in water. He'd laid the girl upon the bench and left the others to drown in their own blood on the ground. He seemed cold hearted and wouldn't shed a tear but now his eyes watered as he sand a soft lullaby to the dead behind him, one in particular.
"If that looking glass gets broke, Brother's gonna buy you a billy goat."
"If you're going to be tagging along at least stay close" But he never did get a response. She never had a chance for the dead man moved swiftly behind her. A moaning and groaning they probably thought was the other. The once post man had attacked and there she laid bleeding from the neck as the dead man bit at her still. She made a plea but it came too late for as the other would turn she would be dead.
A blur of colors and the dead man would stop. Blood and now brains splattered on pavement. This could not be explained with ease. The male did not blink, flinch or flea. He left the girl there now dead and onward he went. He'd make a call, his emotions untouched. As he left her she began to move, the bear that was hers left still on the pavement, untouched by blood.
"If that billy boat won't pull Brother's gonna buy you a cart and bull"
"Strange reports of the-" The news report was cut off as the male pulled his keys from the bowl by the door. The young girl had her bear though she was dressed. The eldest ones were gone for the day and they were together. He would spent his days at the mall from opening to closing, occasionally having a job, currently none. The girl just liked to tag along, some unspoken bond between the two that the male had with no other.
The door would be shut and locked behind, it wasn't far to walk and neither would mind. None saw it coming and would understand. It was late fall and the end was here
"And if that cart and bull won't pull. You'll still... You'll still" He faltered in his song and took a moment to close his eyes. Tilted down into the still water a ripple from a tear came and left the surface as he simply spoke the last lines. "You'll still be the cutest baby in town." In his hands a ribbon from her hair, around his waist the officer's belt. It has been a long day and yet it had only begun.
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