Time came to a stand still, the body fell to the floor, mangled and unrecognizable. The boy's face was contorted in pain, tears still clung to his skin. The boy, now just a corpse, was riddled with holes all across his gut. Blood splattered all around, staining the grass where he fell. He was a tall boy for his age, but you couldn't tell that anymore. His legs were bent in odd angles, and his body now lay on the ground, crumpled and facing towards the sky. Almost like a painting, the look of terror on his face, the blood splattered on the grass around him in a circle, the unnatural ways that his joints pointed. The two sisters clung to each other, too scared to even move. The girl in the front appeared like she was trying to shield the smaller one, blocking her eyes with her shoulder, trying to spare her from the gruesome sight. The smaller of the two was crying now, and shaking horribly; The bigger girl tried to comfort her, but she was also shaking now. Together the girls embraced, in the face of unknown danger, in an unfamiliar place, waiting for something to happen.

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