Away

So there it was. Death. Floating about in front of him like an obese fairy. Some random kid, murdered in public by some psychopath. The cops had already caught him, and he just stared the cameras in the face, saying he didn’t know why he did it, while blood coated his eyes and made him cry tears of blood. Yet, despite the great “tragedy” that had befallen the general area of Castle Apartments, it didn’t even register to Ol’ Johnny. He had seen so much of it already, a stabbing didn’t faze him, merely bringing a flash of blue eyes to his memories. He’d grabbed the suitcase. The gas station was closed, probably forever. It was on the news, it was in the newspapers. God, he thought, look at the magazines, already looking for something symbolic and idiot to blame. Video games, religion, politics, how the murderer had been raised, and what could have happened instead, every time that human insanity reared its head, more “rational” minds quashed the images of it, refusing to acknowledge that human’s and acts of evil didn’t go side by side, they were practically screwing each other on the sidewalk these days. So he left, got on a bus, and took it over the edge of the known universe, and when he looked back, he say a young man with blues eyes looking back. Johnny looked, then turned around, and fell through the cracks.