[Nukie's Post]

"You dog. You were never good for nothing." Mother stood there, her bright red dress and her lipstick the only part he remembers. "Mommy, please, I didn't mean too..."

She looked down at him, eyeing him with contempt. She pointed her nails and clawed at Victor, causing bright red lines of pain to shriek down his face. He sobbed as he clutched his face, eyeing his mother with a mixture of hate and love. "I hate you. I'm moving away with Frank and we're going to have a nice new life." She flexed her nails, the blood trailing down them making her look even more beautiful. "I guess you'll have to fend for yourself, you little shit. Good luck."

She walked out of the house, slamming the door behind her. She didn't look back. "Mommy, NO!" Victor squealed, his 8-year-old lungs bursting with confusion and sadness. "Mommy I'll be good! I'll-"

Victor snapped awake, aware of being held up by some sort of magic. He groaned and lifted his head, causing waves of dizziness up his spine and into his brain. He felt nauseated, but held in what little he had in his stomach for fear he would soak himself. Looking down, he could see a human face strained in pain from holding him up. He recognized her: the girl playing the beautiful music!

Victor slid off her shoulders and onto the ground, screeching in pain and surprise at his shattered collarbone. He could feel the hot red liquid flowing down his chest, and did his best to cover it. He thought he could feel the bullet poking his bones. He staggered to his feet and blinked back a flood of tears.

"I...I'm ok. Thank you, miss." He swayed a little on his feet like a drunken man. "I can run...let's get out of here." Victor knew not whether he could run, but he meant to try. He meant to try.