prop. spoilerSPOILER He tried to wiggle free and keep away from the panicked people but to no avail. With all of them packing in so tight they were an easy target. He glanced down at Aren and back up at the crowd. People began screaming and shoving every which way as the soldiers on the out skirts of the crowd began emptying out their flasks and setting to fire to the poisonous gas. Prosper quickly pulled Aren closer to him to keep him from getting lost in the crowd but as the terror of the surrounding people increased Aren was ripped away and he was shoved back.He threw his arms over his face and scrambled onto his feet before he was trampled by the crowd. He looked frantically for Aren's pale hair- but he was so small and the crowd was so great he feared that he wouldn't see him. He shoved past people calling for his brother, when he finally spotted him hunkered on the ground, shielding his head from the panicked people. Prosper shoved past a majority
DirtDirt shouldn't move like thatswallowing a corpseand crushing down on themdirt should be lightnot heavyHearts puncturedbore holesand as they all get time to healmine is filled with dirtdirt that makes its self into mudand fills the holesand never lets them healjust preserves them.I watchedandIt's not fair.I should be in the holeit was my faultmy mistakeso why am I watching thiswhen it should be meme thrown into the holewith curses and scowlsnot tears.All I can say I'm sorrybut what good does that do?you're goneyou're deadand I'm hereyou shouldn't have to care less.Dirt shouldn't move like thatswallowing an innocent corpseand leaving the real idiotthe real victimthe murdererabove ground.
Prop-fragment UNEDITED SRC.Prosper pulled himself up onto his feet, peering over the wall of their veiled refuge. He bit down on his lip to keep himself contained. He saw the soldiers clad in their heavy equipment, their jaws all tight- merciless. Moments before, he had watched them march into the market place- stiff and strictly in command. He had watched with his younger brother, Aren, close at his side, as the entire market, which had been buzzing with life and energy, became deathly still. Every ones focus was analogous and not a single word was uttered as they advanced in. Struck still with trepidation and the inevitability of the situation no one had been able to think clearly and hide while they had the chance. He now huddled in the entrance of an old underground pathway that lead deep down into the lowest levels of the city, where no life dwelled. He rose up onto his toes to peek over into the deserted market.