Gable collapsed to the ground exhausted and heartbroken staring at the broken remains of what what once had been his best friend. Blood dripped from a large gash in his forehead and formed a shimmering crimson pool at his knees, the sun dancing merrily upon the slick sticky fluid as if the heavens were somehow celebrating his bittersweet victory or perhaps reveling in his pain. Gable wouldn't torment himself with why’s and how’s, he already knew the answer to these just as he knew that he was now once again truly alone in the world. He rose from the ground dusting the dirt from his knees and gathered Kaleb’s belongings. Stuffing them into his dirty tattered knapsack and then putting the sun to his back he slowly began walking, not caring where he ended up. The police would be here soon enough, someone had to have heard the screams, it doesn't matter, there will be nothing to be found by the time the authorities arrive.
The day was hot and humid as most days are in southern Arkansas. The cicadas droned on that same soothing song they always seem to be singing on these hot sunny days. The one that makes you wish for nothing more than a glass of cold lemonade and a nice shady tree to sit under. “It’s hot.”, they croon, “Time to rest. No need to work, no need to play, just relax lest the sun be sending you home.” Gable paid their soothing song no heed, he was marching to a different tune, one that pulled him from deep inside and called him like a siren calls to a lost and lonely sailor, the seductive song of power.
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