Edmund Kreuz
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- 3/1988
Germany, 27th November, 1995.
The sides of the street were covered in crisp brown leaves and the sun was drowning in the fading pools of golden light. Another day of school had passed and two young boys were playing in the street. Both had dark brown hair and chocolate eyes, though one of them was obviously several years older. He was holding the ball. "Edmund!" The smaller boy wailed, holding up his hands and jumping in an attempt to swipe the ball away from Edmund. Edmund Kreuz was far taller than his brother, and with great swimming eyes, sticky-up hair and a gleaming white smile from far beyond his years. His brother was scrawny with limp, neatly parted hair, though his eyes lacked the life of his brother's.
Edmund had no intention of giving up his birthday present, even though they were supposed to be playing together. "Edmund! Edmund!" Edmund cruelly parroted back. He laughed, quickly dodging the sudden heavy fire of his brother's tiny fists flying towards him. There came a sudden gasp of breath as one fist landed firmly upon Edmund's stomach. The force behind it had been shockingly strong. The front door of the house the brothers were playing in front of, swung open and a woman with fine brown hair and dark eyes, stepped out to snap at the children. "What in the world.." It was the children's mother, and she was staring at the scene with a fixed look that clearly stated she was unimpressed. Her eyes from one boy to the other, before she sentenced them. "Ignus! Inside and to the bathroom. Now! I'll be up in a minute." Now her piercing gaze was flung at Edmund. He was still clutching at his stomach, overplaying it a little. She looked him up and down. "And as for you.. You know you shouldn't be playing outside in your school clothes! And don't tease your brother like that! However, you are doing well at school, so I will allow you another twenty minutes." she turned back to head indoors, but not before muttering "Perhaps I shall actually be able to bathe Ignus in that time.."
So Edmund remained out in the brewing night, kicking his ball against the half-wall of number forty-three. The clouds were a heavy grey-blue and the moon was easing from its hiding place. He didn't notice one door opening and the silver-haired woman staring out. Her eyes were slowly beginning to burn into the back of Edmund's head. He gave the ball one great kick, and it bounced off of the wall, rolling to the darker part of the street. The place where the eyes were watching. Edmund looked up.
This would not be their last meeting.
The sides of the street were covered in crisp brown leaves and the sun was drowning in the fading pools of golden light. Another day of school had passed and two young boys were playing in the street. Both had dark brown hair and chocolate eyes, though one of them was obviously several years older. He was holding the ball. "Edmund!" The smaller boy wailed, holding up his hands and jumping in an attempt to swipe the ball away from Edmund. Edmund Kreuz was far taller than his brother, and with great swimming eyes, sticky-up hair and a gleaming white smile from far beyond his years. His brother was scrawny with limp, neatly parted hair, though his eyes lacked the life of his brother's.
Edmund had no intention of giving up his birthday present, even though they were supposed to be playing together. "Edmund! Edmund!" Edmund cruelly parroted back. He laughed, quickly dodging the sudden heavy fire of his brother's tiny fists flying towards him. There came a sudden gasp of breath as one fist landed firmly upon Edmund's stomach. The force behind it had been shockingly strong. The front door of the house the brothers were playing in front of, swung open and a woman with fine brown hair and dark eyes, stepped out to snap at the children. "What in the world.." It was the children's mother, and she was staring at the scene with a fixed look that clearly stated she was unimpressed. Her eyes from one boy to the other, before she sentenced them. "Ignus! Inside and to the bathroom. Now! I'll be up in a minute." Now her piercing gaze was flung at Edmund. He was still clutching at his stomach, overplaying it a little. She looked him up and down. "And as for you.. You know you shouldn't be playing outside in your school clothes! And don't tease your brother like that! However, you are doing well at school, so I will allow you another twenty minutes." she turned back to head indoors, but not before muttering "Perhaps I shall actually be able to bathe Ignus in that time.."
So Edmund remained out in the brewing night, kicking his ball against the half-wall of number forty-three. The clouds were a heavy grey-blue and the moon was easing from its hiding place. He didn't notice one door opening and the silver-haired woman staring out. Her eyes were slowly beginning to burn into the back of Edmund's head. He gave the ball one great kick, and it bounced off of the wall, rolling to the darker part of the street. The place where the eyes were watching. Edmund looked up.
This would not be their last meeting.