Dig six feet to Hell
Warning: this is a very twisted story that I came up with while watching sad movies and listening to sick and twisted songs. Use caution when reading this please.
The sky the next morning was hazed with red on the clouded afternoon as poisoned water fell softly from the sky and mixed with the crowd of dragons that stood heartbroken on the green, facing the freshly dug hole, each dressed in black. The Blue and black slim and human-like teenage male dressed in his black duster wore the gravest expression of them all, staring in disbelief as the cherry-wood coffin was slowly carried by several relatives that bowed their heads in respect and sorrow. He had never thought in his life that he would have had to face this day, never in an eternity. Yet now,it was here, slamming into the stunned viewers just as when the cars had collided, a force so strong that it almost knocked everyone off thier feet. The blue could remember every detail about that evening...
It had started out relativley well, a simple drive to the mountains for some peace and quiet away from the suffocating metropolis. The sunlight was bright on the two teenage lovers and the trees breathed fresh life into them, causing a bit of 'fun' throughout the day for the first time ever. As the afternoon wore on, the peaks of the local green, pine- lined, mountains provided the perfect spot for cuddling up close and watching the yellow- liquid ball drain into the horizon, allowing the stars and bright full moon to take thier place in the black and softly swirled over the nuzzling and the deep kissing. For once, life seemed worth living. The drive back was peaceful as well, the crickets singing thier song with the revving of the engine and the deep, relaxed sighing of the two. There were no lights up here except for the headlights in front of them and the occasional car, most likley filled with other lovers rejuvinating themselves as well. They hadn't expected that the night could be filled with such vile creatures as they were about to meet, head on, a blank flash of speed that would change themselves, everyone they knew...everyone that was involved with the monster that caused this. The red teen that swirled through the blue's mind almost hurt as it filled every part of his void soul.
"I want to be with you!" the blue cried into his mind "I don't want to live without you!"
Each step, the coffin got closer and more tears produced onto cheeks. It had only been yesterday that they had seen the red male dragon teenager that was now lying lifeless and spiritless in the box, lined with unfelt linen. What was worst, the culprit behind the wheel that had crossed that yellow line was now in a box of his own, mourned for by nobody..."You damn drunk!" the blue exclaimed to himself in a low whisper, that the others could hear, but didn't disagree with. "You stole everything from me...I can't just let you get away with this through death...Coward!"
The thunder raged and lightning struck at several spots as the entire light of the sun was blocked out, yet nobody moved, at least not until this was finished. The freshly dug earth had already been blocked from the water by raised wooden strips on all sides, all that was left was for the cherry-wood box to be tossed in, the memories of the red buried by healing soil.
As the box was placed in and the shovels started tossing the earth on it, a small dragon girl rushed out from the crowd and cried out hysterically, yelling "Why are they burying him?! He can't come to my birf-day tomorrow if he's down there!" The entire crowd burst into sobs with her, all except the blue who pushed his way out of the crowd and rushed back up the hill towards the parking lot. He knew that everybody had noticed and were hoping he would be alright, his mother trailing him for a bit until he reached his parking spot and hopped on the blue sports-cycle, thrusting the starter down and gunning off down towards the highway. All he knew was that the family of the drunk had apologized...but it wasn't good enough. They had to pay with blood. The rain only pounded harder as he reached 120 on the freeway, rain smacking and whipping at his uncovered face, cars honking as he zipped by. It wasn't long until he reached the off ramp and the suburbs, where a grimy 4 room house with a spotty front lawn. He screeched the cycle to a stop and hopped off, grabbing a black shining metal object out of the under-seat compartment, walking swiftly to the door.
It was night time by the time he had enough courage to burst down the door and walk into the living room, where those same, death birthing family lay gloomed on the couch, faces planted to the blaring television. He gulped and let a tear run down his muzzle before raising the metal object again and pointing it to what seemed to be the father's skull. "Im sorry, but you have to pay the price as well..." He squeezed his eyes shut and pulled the trigger back. It was over in a flash, the smoke hissing out like a cruel serpent of death and speeding with the bullet into the tender flesh and hard bone.
The flashing lights and men in uniforms arrived on the scene shortly after. One by one they carried the lifeless bodies out in the black bags and stretchers, yet one body was left for study. It lay sprwaled in a blood written pentagram soaked into the carpet of the living room, a blue and black color slowly whitening as the blood faded, a hole drilled on the right side of the head, the duster and shirt ripped open to reveal the message scratched onto the chest and stomach....
"I want to be with you...I don't want to live without you. Now I never have to..."