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By Mihrage Willhauck, mihrage@geocities.com

"Father of Mine"

The weight of the heavy steel in his arms as he walked the short distance from his house to where he and his father used to practice. Used to. Though the bark of the trees still bared the marks of many joyful days they were soon diminshing.. Fading away.

Billy stared up at the tree as he looded his gun. Father. Why did father leave him? BIM! Primera? BOOM! Mother? KABLAM! The smoking gun dropped to his side as he breathed the heavy breaths that allowed him to regain his mind enough to hear footfalls behind him. Cocking the hammer of the gun though not raising it he turned slowly around, his silver-hued hair flashing in the sunlight and giving him the appearance of well-tempered steel.

"..." and a soft caring smile was all the intruder upon this part of his world said. She had the same silver hair as her brother, but she is young. Primera would never understand exactly why Billy would come to this particular spot of the forrest. 'I thought you would come here' her eyes seemed to say as she closed the distance between them and took a seat on an old rusted block of metal. There were many such things around, obviously from former gear battles.

"Primera.." He said crouching down beside her, his blue cape whipping about at the sudden wind and he held the gun closely to him. "Do you remember father?"

"..."

Billy smiled, he was the only one he knew that could talk to Primera though she doesn't say a word she speaks so much. Her eyes, her face, the corners of her mouth, the movements of her hands and head. They all spoke books to him and he was glad, even the good Bishop Stone could not tell what Primera is thinking. "It's probably best that you don't, Primera. Probably best that you don't. The foul wretch of a man will burn in the pits of hell..."

Primera's brows tightened as she laid a hand on Billy's shoulder, "..."

The young man shook his head as he stood, "No Primera. No. But you should head back, it is growing late.." And a storm is coming, he added wordlessly to himself but he didn't mind staying in the storm, it would only fit the entire unresolving conflict within his heart and mind. Only his soul was calm and placid.

Bishop Stone tended to that soul as if Billy was his own son. He treated him and Primera with the highest kindness that can be shown to anyone. Billy still wished it was his father he could say that about but the old man ran off.. Left them behind. And Billy blamed him for the death of mother. It was all his fault, if he was with mother she... she...

Seeing Primera's form disappearing from the woods allowed the young boy to finally show his hurt as he clenched his eyes tightly and shot round upon round into a nearby oak.. The same oak that he remembered.... He remembered Father smiling, telling him what he needed to do to aim better, how to hold the unweildy shotgun and...

"There you are Billy", came the strong voice of one used to preaching to the masses.

"Bishop Stone, I.." Billy said looking guiltily down at the smoking gun and the old tree.. or what used to be a tree, is was now but splinters, good now just for burning in the furnace.

"Billy... Come now, child..." The Bishop smiled pleasantly enough as he held out an arm to take the youngster's shoulders, but the smile wasn't placed on Billy but on the tree... Broken... Stone was not an ignorant man, he knew what this place and the memories held for the boy. And he smiled, 'he' was destroyed in the mind of Billy. Forever torn to splinters just like that tree. "Have I ever told you of the Etones?"

**Author Note**This is my first ever fanfic. Comments and critiques are most welcome ^_^

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