The Last Act

The Last Act: A Tragedy
By
Sunflower-Kun

Daisy took a deep breath as he peered with his wide brown eyes toward the crowed school yard. The student body like always was divided into small groups, these groups ranged from twelve to twenty students. Each one a circle or a small scale society.  In away they where the gears that turned the even large machine called life. Each group played off the other. Daisy belonged to no one group. He was a longer or a drifter.

In away this wondering social life style suited the boy for he was a jack of all trades and a master of none. He had working understanding of the sports life thus he could easy make small talk with the jocks of the school yard. His depth of knowledge with anime helped him a little and often allowed him to slip into conversations around the ones that held fellowship with that creed. Though the skill most valued to him was his creative mind.

The boy could be called a walking chronicler. His learning in the booming lyrical verse of Faust and sharp poetic prose of Shakespeare allowed him to not only to master the forces of the mind but to hammer and mold and recast them into a product befitting the roaming scholar he pictured himself as.

This scholarly image was only enhanced by  the form he was graced with, long flowing sandy brown hair framed a heart shape face that was free of blemish’s or marks and was always cleanly shaved. His head rested upon lean hourglass like frame. And when he spoke it was a tone of direct clarity.

There was another element about him, once more vital than his sharpen mind and his clear tone of voice. The one factor that is often overlooked in a person that one thing being his heart.  For while on the outside he may appeared to be withdrawn and aloft  inside there pounded a heart of a angle. For once one got to know the boy and had gained his trust they would catch a rare glimpse of this more tender side that was often only allowed to come out when he was in the company of his foster family. But when the need arose and his knightly heart gave the nod to his brain he often charge head long into a fight that he thought right, even if there was no chance in winning said fight.  Tragically it would this noble flaw that would be one of mire of factors that would lead to the end of his young life.

“Best get going, they’ve been plotting and planning this night since  September melted into October. Side I gotta get my costume ready. Its not like I have anything better to do tonight. Beside its one of the chores of a big brother, to take his little siblings out for a spooky night of trick or treating.” He whispered to nobody but himself and with that he started toward the waiting bus that would ferry him home. And so taking long strides he reached the bus in record time and then he stopped and peered over his shoulder.

Had he been born with the gift to see spirits or phantom being he would have spotted a winged angle standing under one of the large oak trees that decorated the front of the school yard. This angle was the angle of death. He was early in fact he would follow the teenager for tonight was Daisy’s last night on earth.

The room was decorated in the taste of your average teenager that enjoyed watching anime and reading manga. A neatly made futon bed occupied the corner of the room. A cherry wood bed stand was placed next to the Japanese style bed. A lamb brought from the local dollar store or Wal-Mart sat upon the table with a few books placed by it. One of the books showed a mounted man in Ming style armor wielding a large halberd. The text above the warrior read, THE WATER MARGIN Outlaws of the Marsh. The second book showed two men dressed in trench coats standing under faint white glow of a electric lamp. The foggy winter weather of London surrounded the men and added a heighten sense of drama and mystery to the setting.



The young man in switch the room belonged too could be seen standing in the center, a deep ruby red blush colored his face and look of annoyance tinted his eyes.  Not only had he been forced in his mind to give up his Halloween to take his little brothers and sisters trick or treating, but because they thought it would be great fun they had suggest he go as a Japanese school girl. So here he was dressed in a cute solid snow white sailor blouse with the tails tucked into waistline of the blue pleated skirt.

Extra large white socks that required a special kind of glue and a very embarrassing pair of pink Barbie theme sneakers completed the school girlish looks. All of these items combined with her very girlish frame made a very convening girl.

“Hey Daisy,” A female voice called out, the voice had kind of big sister tone of quality to it. “You look kind of cute you know. Even though you’re kind of blushing like a bride the looks does suit you. And you know, your doing something noble too,” The voice rang again.

“What?” Said Daisy turning upon the heel of his foot to behold the slim finger of his big sister standing there in his doorway. The women had long violet colored hair that was styled in a pixie cut. A short sleeve shirt sporting the logo of a popular mental band covered her chest and finally a pair of hip hugging torn jeans with the cuffs rolled over a pair of van’s completed the look. The appearance suggest a rocker and a rocker she was. Though despite her spunk and punk looks her heart was pure gold.

“You don’t need to get short with me,” She said walking into the room and slowly walking up to him, “And the noble thing your doing is making memories for ya sisters.” She said wrapping her arms around him once she was in rang. Once her arms where looped around the boys neck she pulled him into her and snuggled him close to her breast. “And for that, you should be reward. You know, there going to be a anime movie coming out, I was thinking maybe we should go see it, you and I. Have something of a big sister little brother day together. So what do you think?” She said shifting his tone of voice now to something gentle and warm. A tone of voice normally saved for those most special of accessions.

“I would very much love for that to happen,” He said looking down at the ground and smiling a little as he was drawn into the hug. A sudden warmth rushed over him as he felt his head coming to rest between the two peaks of her breast. The boy was in heaven.. Or something really close to heaven. Slowly being forced to into this silly outfit did not seem so bad. After all Cindy rarely wanted anything to with him, she had even gone as far as to dismiss him as a family member on those more stormy of days.

“Now, get ready kiddo, we gotta long night ahead of us, we gotta take the tykes out for a round of trick or treating, Then we gotta haunted house where going to take them to and finally pizzahut for a fun filled dinner of dough, cheese and meat.” She said listing the order of the nights events off the top of her head.

“Sounds like a good night to me,” Daisy Said smiling a little as he peered toward the gothic girl. Maybe things where slowly starting to look up for him. And with being said he waved good bye to her as he watched her close his bedroom door behind her and disappear from his line of sight.

And so with his spirits soaring like a angle high above the plains and sea’s of the earth he turned to his bedroom mirror once more and smiled as he gave himself the thumps up. And with that he started toward the living room where the rest of the family was gathering.

And soon the thumping of the solo’s of leather shoes could be heard as he made his way down the stairs and turned a sharp right to join his foster family gathered in the living room. But to his shock and amazement the living room was void of life save for father and head of the household that sat dressed in his velvet smoke jacket and worn house slippers. His kind and gentle face was hidden behind the folds of the evening paper. The air was light scented with ships tobacco.

“Daisy, before you go I’ll like to speak to you on a matter that retains to your position and your relationship with and the other children.” He said in even almost lifeless tone of voice. The tone of voice often employed before a punishment was given or heart breaking lector was delivered.

“Yes sir,” He said quickly spinning around upon his heels and peering with his brown eyes toward the source of the voice.

“I think its high time you became a official member of this family, your aunt and I have talked it over and tomorrow we’ll get everything squared away. “ And with the man dropped his paper and offered the boy a wide smile. “So I guess I would like to say, ‘Welcome to the family, son’” and with that being said he stood up and walked over to the boy and pulled him into a tight hug. And because boys are often more needful than girls he then leaned down and placed a quick kiss upon his forehead. “I’m proud to have you as my son.”

Daisy blinked and felt his heart leap from his chest into his throat and a sudden chill passed over his shoulder as he words sank into his mind like the spring rain. Slowly a little smile crossed his lips as he felt his strong well toned arms being wrapped around him enveloping him in a force field of warm love and the kiss, the soft kiss upon his forehead made everything seem like a solid fact and not a fabricated dream.