But with a bang // Edwin & Allister
Sylvia kept up with the Penny Lane articles, particularly so she could send them to her daughter in order to give her something from home to hold onto in her absence. So it was her who broke the news to Edwin, leaving the paper on the counter when he returned home from work. He read the words over and over. "Greaser bastard," he muttered with vile hatred lacing his tongue. The image of Brynn's face contorting in pain as tears spilled down her cheeks, the feel of her clinging to him with ever ounce of fading strength, the sound of her wails, pleading that it couldn't be true.
"They’re mistaken, they have to be mistaken. It’s somebody else…it’s somebody else. Not Allister, please, he’s not….he’s not a body."
He had to tell her what that boy had done, what he had supposedly done. The filth never stuck around to watch her break, screaming and begging. Immediately, he turned and got in his car, driving to the despicable part of town that would be best burned to the ground for good. His car maneuvered the streets until he spotted that familiar face. Slowing down to tail him to build a little unease in the boy, he stopped and stepped out into cool Tulsa air. "Imagine my surprise," he called out as he approached, "when my wife showed me an article this evening. Never quite believed in ghosts until now." He let out a dark chuckle that was meant to sound more lighthearted than it came out.
"It's best you crawl back out the way you came, Mr. Woods. Because as far as I'm concerned, and as far as Brynn's concerned, you're still dead." Edwin hissed as he slammed his fist into the younger boy's gut.