Enter the Fire: Avenging August I

David Green threw the paper on the table with disgust, which caused Anna to jump. "I can't believe those inconsiderate pricks. How can they put our son in the Obituaries? How can they have the audacity? Noone ever found his body. It should be treated as a missing persons case. I should go down to that paper and strangle them." Anna walked over to him from the sink. "David, honey, you need to calm down. You know I'm just as angry as you are, and you know that I want some answers too. But August is gone, and we don't know why. Being mad at some selfish paper writers isn't going to bring him back, and it's not the right way to grieve." Somehow her words did manage to calm David down a little bit. She was right. He wasn't coming back, but he knew that he would never stop in his quest to finding out what happened to August, even if that meant going to hell and back.

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There was a knock at the door. Anna opened it, and was greeted by the pale faces of Grim and Matius. She always wondered how these two got given such odd names. She assumed that not many parents would actually give such strange names to their kids, and she thought it possible that maybe August had something to do with them changing their names. They were, in fact, very loyal to August, and their clothes were very similar to something that August would wear, with black covering them head to toe. Whatever their names, she was grateful that August had two friends that trusted and looked up to him, even when noone else did. "Hello boys. How nice it is to see you," she said in a low sweet voice. "Please, come in." At that moment, with his wife standing right there, David charged the both of them. He had an intent to kill look in his eyes. He shoved his wife aside, knocking her down, and before anyone knew what was going on, he had his hands wrapped around Grim's throat. "What happened to my son?! You better tell me you bastard or else I'm going to snap your neck!" Matius was trying to pry David's hands off, but he was too strong. "What the hell, man! Let him go!" Matius was screaming. Anna got back up and jumped on her husbands back. "David! What are you doing? Let go of him!" It took both Anna and Matius to get David loose, and when they did, Anna gripped him, standing between him and the boys. "David! Stop it. Stop it now. What has come over you?" His eyes were filled fury, as well as anguish, and then they teared up and he began to sob. What did come over him? He felt like some unseen force ripped a murderous twin out of him that was made for one purpose; killing. His wife left him where he was and then she dragged both Grim and Matius out the door. "I'm extremely sorry about that boys. He has not been himself lately." She said with a shaky voice. Grim was choking and coughing and trying to get his breath back. When he spoke, he was surprisingly calm. "It's alright Mrs. Green. It's totally understandable." Matius spoke with a rather different tone, alarmed and frantic. "He's crazy, man! He could have killed you! Man, that was whack. I'm outta here." And Matius left without another word.

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"Are you okay Grim?" Anna asked with worry. She was on the verge of tears herself. "Yes, I'm fine. We just wanted to come by and pay our respects and say goodbye to August, since we couldn't make the funeral. He was the closest friend I ever had, you know. He was like a brother to me. Is your husband going to be okay?" He asked her. "Yes, he'll come around. Thank you for coming by, Grim. It's a tough time for all of us now." Grim smiled, started to walk away, then turned back. "I promise I will dedicate my life to figuring out who is responsible for August's death." As he made his way to catch up to Matius, he spotted some toys that belonged to the neighbors toddlers that were scattered on the sidewalk. Instead of walking around them, he closed his eyes and gently pushed them aside back into the grass. He didn't move them with his hands, or his feet.