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Evil Tink · 01:30 PM

Solomon stared at him with a torn expression as the knife was placed in his hand. Kill him? He couldn't possibly. He was appalled that Holden could think he'd be able to do it. "H-Holden..I can't...I know I can help you...mind and body. Y-you have to let me try." Solomon was not one to cry; never in fact...even when his wife and daughter were murdered, but he couldn't help but let a few tears roll off his face as Holden kissed him.

He knew he'd be unable to change Holden's mind, the boy was set on his decision. Suddenly, Solomon gripped the knife tightly, looking Holden dead in the eyes, "I will never forgive myself for doing this Holden, because it is my fault. If I had never told you what I was, we'd be back in America, enjoying the day without a care. I'm sorry that I deprived you of a long, happy life. I love you so much Holden, and it pains me more than anything to do this...but...you're right..." He placed his lips on Holden's once more in a light kiss as he forcibly drove the knife into his heart, dragging it down a bit as he cut the organ in half. He lifted his lips, but rested his forehead against Holden's as he held the boy close, his eyes closed tightly. "I'm so sorry Holden."

***

Even months afterwards, Solomon could never pull himself out of his depression. He was barely able to save himself from death, and was completely unsuccessful in saving his sister. He would've at least liked some familiar company. Nonetheless, nothing seemed to improve for him; his own fault really. He refused to move on, despite Serus's words of advice.

He ended up selling his horses, his house, his cars, and just about everything else shortly after the funerals. He didn't have to, but he wanted to anyway. He didn't need them. He bought a small ranch home on the outskirts of London, away from all the city noise. He would often just sit around all day, reading or doing nothing. It was a depressive lifestyle.

It didn't last long though. Only about a year later, when he got an unexpected visit from Serus, did he ask her to kill him. She was against it of course, as she knew he could break out of it; or so she hoped. She made him think long and hard about the decision before she agreed to do it, seeing as she couldn't change his mind no matter what she did.

As instructed, Serus had buried Solomon's body next to Holden's in the small graveyard he established by the pond on his old property. She didn't like the fact that she had partook in this but Solomon made his decision and he knew what he was doing. In a sense though, it was for the best. The poor man would never be able to interact properly with another person; he was just far too heart broken...

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		#1548	Evil Tink Woo, Graduated High School
Solomon stared at him with a torn expression as the knife was placed in his hand. Kill him? He couldn't possibly. He was appalled that Holden could think he'd be able to do it. "*H-Holden..I can't...I know* I can help you...mind and body. Y-you have to let me try." Solomon was not one to cry; never in fact...even when his wife and daughter were murdered, but he couldn't help but let a few tears roll off his face as Holden kissed him. He knew he'd be unable to change Holden's mind, the boy was set on his decision. Suddenly, Solomon gripped the knife tightly, looking Holden dead in the eyes, "I will never forgive myself for doing this Holden, because it is my fault. If I had never told you what I was, we'd be back in America, enjoying the day without a care. I'm sorry that I deprived you of a long, happy life. I love you so much Holden, and it pains me more than anything to do this...but...you're right..." He placed his lips on Holden's once more in a light kiss as he forcibly drove the knife into his heart, dragging it down a bit as he cut the organ in half. He lifted his lips, but rested his forehead against Holden's as he held the boy close, his eyes closed tightly. "I'm so sorry Holden." * Even months afterwards, Solomon could never pull himself out of his depression. He was barely able to save himself from death, and was completely unsuccessful in saving his sister. He would've at least liked some familiar company. Nonetheless, nothing seemed to improve for him; his own fault really. He refused to move on, despite Serus's words of advice. He ended up selling his horses, his house, his cars, and just about everything else shortly after the funerals. He didn't have to, but he wanted to anyway. He didn't need them. He bought a small ranch home on the outskirts of London, away from all the city noise. He would often just sit around all day, reading or doing nothing. It was a depressive lifestyle. It didn't last long though. Only about a year later, when he got an unexpected visit from Serus, did he ask her to kill him. She was against it of course, as she knew he could break out of it; or so she hoped. She made him think long and hard about the decision before she agreed to do it, seeing as she couldn't change his mind no matter what she did. As instructed, Serus had buried Solomon's body next to Holden's in the small graveyard he established by the pond on his old property. She didn't like the fact that she had partook in this but Solomon made his decision and he knew what he was doing. In a sense though, it was for the best. The poor man would never be able to interact properly with another person; he was just far too heart broken... End Rawr~~ Last edited by Evil Tink; 05-17-2011 at 01:30 PM.
	Posted 05-14-2011, 01:32 AM