My Grave, His Madness

dy in the casket is the ultimate proof of my deception. His rage beco

ows at the troopers. "Get that

olute. They reach in and unceremoniously drag my decomposing b

l sound of pure horror. "

with his own small frame, trying to prote

f of it," M

imal. There's a sharp, sickening crack. Leo cries out, his arm hanging at an unnatural angle. He falls, but

a continuous, high-p

roat. I throw myself at the troopers, at Marcus, but I am air. I p

ing over my brother's broken body. "She's watc

ng a medical kit. "He needs to b

t the small, broken child on the

" Marcu

to Leo's thigh. Leo's screams quiet to whimpers, his eyes fluttering. Th

heek. She places a hand on Marcus's arm. "Oh, Marcus," she whispers.

ing friend, the innocent victim. And Marcus,