02-13-2017, 01:44 PM
Everything was going great. The crowd was pumped. The lights were bright, the music was on point and then it all went to shit. The lights went out but the sound and pyrotecnics continued. Methos kept on singing like it was meant to happen. And then the lights went out, the sound followed. There was a scream in the audience which caused a panic.
It was like tons of little ants were scattering from the stage when the ant hill got kicked over. One of the security team pulled Methos off stage and into a the back room. They stayed in the darkened room for what felt like hours before the power came on.
Methos wished the lights had stayed off. In the utility room they were lay a body, a boy with dead green eyes stared up at Methos and Methos screamed. He couldn't help it. The boy was dead... his boy was dead.
The calm cool exterior fled and Adam was kneeling beside the boy - Troy was dead. A knife stuck through the back of his skull and he lain in a pool of his own blood. Methos couldn't help but stare.
Adam felt a cool hand on his shoulder but he couldn't take his eyes from the body of his friend - a boy he had taken in. A boy who was not going to grow up into the man Adam knew he could be.
The hand pulled at Adam and he shrugged it off, he didn't want to move. He wanted to trade places with the boy. There was no need for him to die - not a single reason...
It was like tons of little ants were scattering from the stage when the ant hill got kicked over. One of the security team pulled Methos off stage and into a the back room. They stayed in the darkened room for what felt like hours before the power came on.
Methos wished the lights had stayed off. In the utility room they were lay a body, a boy with dead green eyes stared up at Methos and Methos screamed. He couldn't help it. The boy was dead... his boy was dead.
The calm cool exterior fled and Adam was kneeling beside the boy - Troy was dead. A knife stuck through the back of his skull and he lain in a pool of his own blood. Methos couldn't help but stare.
Adam felt a cool hand on his shoulder but he couldn't take his eyes from the body of his friend - a boy he had taken in. A boy who was not going to grow up into the man Adam knew he could be.
The hand pulled at Adam and he shrugged it off, he didn't want to move. He wanted to trade places with the boy. There was no need for him to die - not a single reason...