Silver - RP

[XJohnny_GrimX]

*Dante held the amulet tight in his hands,the edges cutting into his palm*...*Dante couldn't speak,he couldn't move,everything in his life is gone,it had felt like hours,but Dante was kneeling in front of the burnt bed for minutes now,everyone watching him and crying,they tried speaking to him but Dante didn't move,he didn't speak or show any sign of life,after time went by the others decided it was best if they left Dante alone*..................*Dante walked out of his room,a bag over his shoulder,his sword on his back and his brothers katana at his waist,around Dante's neck was the amulet,he did not speak or look at anyone waiting downstairs,as he reached the door one of his friends asked him where he was going,Dante just stopped,he didnt bother to look at them*...leaving,there isnt anything here for me anymore *Dante was about to leave when they asked him to stay,that they will figure out a way to make it better,Dante laughed softly,he turned to look at his friends,they eye patch on his eye burnt and slowly ripping,you could see the tears that were in his eyes*..Make..it better?..There is nothing you can do..nothing ANY OF YOU CAN DO! *Dante started to cry harder,looking at everyone angrily* You were all so post to help me take care of her! All of you! Where were any of you when they came for her?! *They tried to tell Dante that the pain he feels is in everybodys hearts*..NO!! YOU FEEL NOTHING THAT I FEEL! NONE OF YOU HAD TO WATCH AS MY LITTLE GIRL VANISHED BEFORE ME!! NONE OF YOU HAD TO FEEL THE PAIN OF WATCHING THE ONE THING YOU LOVE IN THIS WORLD BEING TAKEN FROM YOU AND KNOWING THERE IS NOT ONE GOD DAMN THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!! *Dante just looked at them all,knowing he shouldnt be screaming at them, but not knowing how to stop,Dante turned around and started walking towards the door,as he stepped outside he knew there wasnt anything in this world waiting for him,nothing that could hurt him as much as he already was,the world had already taken his loved ones,his family,and he just let go of his ties to this world,Dante walked off,not knowing where to go,or what to do any longer,all he knew was..he could never come back home*..Goodbye everyone *Dante whispered to himself,not looking back at the church to see everyone watching him leave, not knowing,that in his window was his little girl,watching her father,a broken man, walking away from the only life he knows*  

[XJohnny_GrimX]

Decades went by. A single bar in a lonely small town. Inside was the usual crowd; old men,drunks and unhappy waitresses. At the far end of the bar sat an aged man. Long rough gray hair. A worn and torn patch over his left eye.
His hands bruised and cut from working the fields of his farm. His cloths covered in dirt and stains. Just another usual in the bar. "Another whiskey" the old man said as he held his hand up to gesture towards the bartender. "You've had enough, John." Cried out the bartender. John just game a small smile. "I'm fine,Silas. I walked here, not drove. So just serve me another damn whiskey."
The bartender just sighed and he grabbed a small glass and poured the whiskey in. With a small push he slid the glass down to John who already had an open hand waiting for his drink. "Thank you." said John as he took a sip and placed the glass back down. He couldn't help but look around the bar, seeing the familiar faces he always sees at the end of the day.
After an hour, John grabbed his coat and walked out of the bar. It was a cold night. No one was out of the road except for a few bums and a stray cat or two. He left out a soft sigh as the wind brushed against his face. "Well,time to go home." John turned left and proceeded to walk home. Alone. Like every day for the past decades. Once home, John placed his coat in the hallways closet, a glimpse of a old worn out red jack covered in holes and stitched up tears. Dirty old black leather boots sitting in the back of the closet as well with a dual gun holster.
John just pulled his eyes away and shut the door. He made his way to the top of the stairs, along the wall was a thick and long broad sword. At the end of the hall was a display case, inside was two heavily modded twin pistols. John entered his room. He walked to his bedside table and opened the top drawer. He proceeded to pull out a bottle of vodka,behind the bottle was a dark but clean pendant. John shut the drawer and opened the bottle.
Not bothering grabbing the half filled glass that was on top of the night stand. He placed the bottle to his lips and began to take a long drink. John put the bottle away and walked out to the back of his house. He sat on the porch looking out at his farm. A field of sunflowers swaying in the wind. At the end was a small bush. In front of the bush was a katana sealed tight in leather wrappings tied together with another pendant. John sat back in his chair. Looking out to his land and the sky. The stars glowing. The moon shining down of everything it touches. With his hand on his shoulder. John touched and traced the markings on his body. A family crest. A symbol of who he is, or at least, who he was.
At the end of is night, John got up and walked towards the bush. He sat down and left out a soft grunt,he looked at the leather wrapping running his fingers along the edge. "Goodnight,brother." John said as he laid down to look at the stars. His eyes beginning to close. His mind drifting away to a land where everything he loves and cares about is still there. To place where he can be who he was meant to be. A place where he was still a happy and proud father.