Chapter 10: Blood Stained Snow

The knife trailed down and rested right below Jacov's jaw. "'N-no!'" Alon mocked. "You're pathetic. You are absolutely nothing to me and once you're gone, you'll be nothing to Alon, too."
"Jacov!?" a startled cry came. 
Jacov squeezed his eyes shut but he didn't dare turn his head. "Da!" 
The blade whipped up , slashing at Jacov's face with each word. "I. Said. Do. Not. Speak!" 
Tears dripped from his eyes, stinging the cuts. Whimpers bubbled from his lips. Suddenly, the weight vanished from his body and Jacov opened his eyes. 
He lay pressed into the snow and watched shellshocked as his father pinned Alon and held the knife to his throat. 
"Don't touch my son!" his father yelled.
Alon grinned insanely and began to laugh. "I already have! Look at him!"
Jacov sat up, shivering tremendously. The blood dripped in streams down his face. He tried to choke the words from his throat while his father snarled in Alon's face. The knife pressed into Alon's throat, nearly breaking the skin. "S-st-stop!" Jacov shouted. He couldn't move; every muscle in his body locked.
His father looked at him incredulously. "What!? After what he did to you, you want him alive!?" 
Jacov let the tears fall, not caring how much his father hated them. "Yes! I want him alive!"
His father shook his head. "No, Jacov." Quick as that, he slit Alon's throat. 
Alon's eyes cleared and he sucked in a deep, popping breath. It did him no good. "Ja-c! H-lp!" 
Jacov scrambled to the boy filling the snow with his blood. "Alon! No!" He grabbed Alon's hand and held it tight as the lights left his love's eyes. "A-Alon...?"
There was no answer.
A moment of sorrow filled silence passed before Jacov's father spoke in a quiet voice. "Jacov, who was this boy?"
Jacov scowled and turned his bloody, tearstained face. He tackled his father to the ground. "Why did you do that!?" he screamed.
His father pushed Jacov off of him and yanked him to his feet. "He was going to kill you, Jacov!" 
Jacov grabbed the collar of his father's shirt and hauled off, decking him dead in the face. "Bastard! I loved him!"
His da's head snapped back and he grabbed Jacov, throwing him against a tree. He turned, looking absolutely astonished. "Don't play games, son."
Jacov sat up, dazed. "I'm not. Playing. Games!" He lunged at his father and swung him against the tree. He lost total control and pulled back, punching him in the face over and over. He pulled back again, insanity in his eyes, but one look at his father's angry and sorrowful face stopped him.
His father's face crumpled. "You aren't the son I raised. You're not worth the pain your mother sacrificed to save you. If you had died like you should've, she would still be alive! The world would be better off without you! You're just the mistake of God; worthless!"
A sob choked out and Jacov hit his father one last time. This time, though, there was a sharp crack and his father went limp. Jacov dropped him in shock and stepped back, horror written across his face. What happened? Why...why isn't he getting up? Why isn't he blinking?
Jacov kneeled and pressed his fingers to his father's neck to feel desperately for a pulse. Nothing.
He scrambled back from his father's body. His hand hit something cold and solid. He turned.
Alon.
Jacov leapt to his feet, pale faced, and ran. He didn't know where he was running but it was away. Away from everything.
Away from the cold death.
Away from Alon's love.
Away from his father's hate.
Away from the blood stained snow.
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A/N: m-m-m...meep o^o it almost killed me to do that. ...was it sad enough? :D