Rastafari

The vast sky emptied its self at dusk, not even a trace of light remained. But not on Gael's face; his eyes shimmered with the readiness to fulfill a wish and his tanned skin shimmered reflecting the moon’s light. His worn out clothing is the sole thing that protects him from the coldness of the night.

He's outside the pub, waiting for something to happen. Or was it for somebody to arrive, I am not sure. Then suddenly, he saw a boy heading his way. Panting, the boy stopped in front of him.

"Please sire, help me", begged the boy while trying to catch his breath.

Gael surveyed the appearance of the boy in ragged clothes and greased hair before saying, "what can i do for you little fellow?"
But before the boy could answer, whose age Gael estimated to be beyond the number of years he could count, a troop of gentlemen in crisp and clean clothes arrived.

The boy hid behind Gael thinking the latter's frail body can save him from his supposed doom.

"Hey, Richard! Do you want us to show skinny what happens to people who stands in our way?!", the one with angelic blue eyes said in a mocking tone.

Gael counted and found out that he's facing more than five teenagers who are a size bigger than he is. He started counting again but he can't remember what follows after the number five so he settled with the thought 'they're more than five'.

Though sweating, Gael managed to utter clearly the words, "Only my brothers can slay me! Are you my brothers?" and then, he smiled.

The following evening, the pub buzzed with conversations of the night before. The same night when a black man was found dead before dawn and beside the cold and battered body was a silent little boy painted with the redness of blood, shedding tears.

The seven murderers were captured prior their escape riding a flashy automobile and when the little boy named Richard was asked by the sheriff if they're the offenders, the boy wiped his tears, smiled and was barely heard saying, "yes, they're his brothers. They became his kin when they ended his life, and now, they are my brothers to." Not a trace of hatred was seen on his cloudy eyes or even a flicker of life.