Blood Ties

To put it in another way, if his life were a chess game, then he played the first piece here, and the dark stain by the fireplace was the only evidence of that, so he stayed because this was where it all began where the young boy became a man, and where he first learned how to play the game.
He found himself slowly gathering soup onto his spoon and watching it spill back into the bowl, his stomach rumbled but he had very little desire to eat the meal he had made for himself, he found himself staring at the fireplace, watching the fire burn in the hearth, he held tightly onto the bowl, until his arms ached, he felt like he was seeing beyond the flames, until their cheery dance began to take him back, he saw a woman and a young boy standing by the fireplace, he remembered her disappointed tone, he remembered the boy staring at the ground, how tears made everything hard to see.
They were gone, he was here alone, watching the flames, his bowl upturned on the floor, he hadn't even noticed, he watched the soup permeate its way into the surface of the rug and spread with little more than distaste, but regardless of how little he cared for another little stain on the floor he had to keep up appearances so he shrugged of the memories that seemed to cling to him and went to the kitchen, reaching underneath the sink for his cleaning supplies he set to work scrubbing the floor, he stared at the patch of discolored material, and dragged a soapy brush across in, feeling his arms ache from the sudden exertion, he'd been settling down for the night and his body had been relaxed and now he was on his hands and knees, brushing manically with more effort than was perhaps required. As he scrubbed he found his eyes drawn to another stain on the carpet...

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...o shift from official to unofficial
“The kid that did this is a real bastard, no weapons he just held them down and kept hitting till they weren't moving, someone made a 911 call when they heard screaming, when we got here he was still taking shots at them, he had to be dragged of them, then he got quiet, real quiet and just let himself get taken away”
They shared a glance, eyes that had seen too much, and memories that'd forever be clouded with the faces of people they might have saved.
He looked around and asked the officer
“Where's the mother I'd like to ask her some questions” he pointed to his own cruiser and said
“She's in there, had to put her in, she got hysterical and tried to disturb the bodies, in the end she would have ended up hurting herself, but I'm not sure how much use she'll be she could barely talk when I last spoke with her, but good luck anyway”