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The wind swirled around him, pushing and pulling at his clothes, if they could even be called that with all the blood and grime embedded into the cheap polyester hoodie and stolen cotton pants. He looked up, above the car he has to dispose of and into the dark blue sky. It would have been almost tranquil, but a deep inhale through his nose and the perfect image shattered, he could smell her blood, seeped into the passenger seat of the hotwired car, he should look down, look at his mothers corpse, he should burn her with the car, detached and prepared for surviving, he should start moving forward to a different name, a different state.
Afterall, his fathers men wont be far behind, but he couldn't. Not until he really took in the beach, she wanted to spend her final seconds on. It isn't much different from the beach where he was born. Except there weren't any people here, all staying home with the incoming storm.
Maybe his mother didn't care for the beach, more about how the sand is soft and how he could dig her a grave easily and how the rock formations a few feet up make a nice spot to hide something. Even near death she was looking out for him, her last words would be the heavy promises she made him keep, with threat of harsh words and even harsher fists, keeping him complacent, now he had to make her proud, an emotion she had never shown him even after he killed the men that stole her away she just looked at him with a snarl so sharp he flinched.
"should have kept moving you insolent child" she had spat, gripping his hair with her sharp nails making his hands shake as he held back a wince.
He slowly moved around to the back of the car, taking out the remains of the gasoline they had stored in the back, being careful not to inhale the dead bodies smell, and dousing the car with it, three full bottles had been used and then some, he made sure that his mothers cigarettes, cheap,shitty lighter and hand gun was transferred to his own bag and then he lit his mothers bag on fire and threw it into the car, with a final whisper of the promises he made just a half hour before he leaned back on the sand and let the burning car and boiling flesh smells mix together.
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It had been hours since the rain had started, he had long stopped pushing his bleached curls away from his face. The car had stopped burning an hour before the rain really hit, so he really had no excuse to still be here, his mothers body now cooled down, blackened by the fire.
He had to get up before the sun rose, he knew that, but he still had a few hours. his mother would beat him black and blue, if she ever saw him losing time, if she ever saw him letting them get closer but she was dead and he was now sitting on where he bones rest. so really the only danger is his father and his men but that was a problem for when he could stand up and not empty his stomach.
For now he would stay here.