[ WP ] Dark blue eyes peered behind tiny , white knuckled hands . `` Give it back . '' Said the boy , his gun quivering .

A flicker of anger hovered in his dark blue eyes for a moment longer, before he took off after her, kicking up the leaves on the forest floor. 
 
 `` Come back here, Emma!'' he screeched, his voice resonating like amplified glass. 
 
 The girl in front of him ran on, giggling, as her brown hair flew and fell at the command of her steps. 
 
 `` No, You'll have to catch me!'' she taunted. 
 
 The boy stumbled on, tiredly dragging behind her, his eyes red and angry. The tree branches seemed to sway and dip and swat at him as he ran, slowing his world into a a great chaotic run. His small feet ached, but he forced himself to keep moving. 
 
 Emma paused, twirling around gracefully. Her eyes lit up with delight as she saw the distance between them had lengthened. 
 
 `` Oh come on! Do n't let a girl outrun you!'' she giggled, holding up a small shell necklace high in the air, `` Do n't you want this?'' 
 
 The boy stopped altogether, nearly tripping on a large tree root that jutted out unevenly. His throat made an awful cracking sound as he breathed in sharply, fighting the urge to cry. He stared at her, a barbaric look rimmed his storm streaked eyes. 
 
 He screamed wildly, sprinting and spitting full force, beating the woods around him into an unrecognizable blur. He knocked into her full force, scratching at her waist, leaping as high as he could. But nothing. She merely laughed more, holding the necklace high above her head. 
 
 `` Give it back Emma.'' he shouted, his eyes welling. 
 
 `` Oh, Anthony,'' she said sweetly, `` You look so pretty when you cry.'' 
 
 Tears streamed down his cheeks as fought for a breath. He wiped his face on his sleeve and looked up at Emma's face with disdain, his eyes like ice. 
 
 `` Give it back.'' he said coldly, `` Now.'' 
 
 `` Make me.'' Emma sang mockingly. 
 
 `` Give it back.'' he said, again, pulling out a pistol from his pocket. 
 
 Emma gasped in shock. 
 
 `` Give it back.'' he said again, pointing the gun at her. 
 
 `` Where-Where did you get that?'' she, asked breathlessly. 
 
 `` My dad. He told me I had to be the man of the house when he was gone. Now give me back the necklace he made for me!'' Anthony demanded. 
 
 `` Anthony, I'm so sorry, I-I did n't know,'' Emma said, her voice trembling. She handed him back the painted necklace. `` Just put the gun down, okay?'' 
 
 `` Make me.'' challenged Anthony, refusing to move. 
 
 Two shots echoed through the trees. 
 
 `` You look so pretty when you cry.'' he said, crouching over her, stroking her cheek with sanguine soaked shells. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

