No one said anything… Eight eyes looked down at the bloody floor. The air felt a bit too quiet and it smelled like iron. They all stood there, at odds with the situation.
They were not confused, nor were they conflicted by the horrific act committed. No, they were at odds because none of them knew what to do now. They had no idea on how to make this problem go away.
Eventually they all tore their eyes from the mess between them. Then, one by one, they sat down on the only clean patch they could find. Finally someone spoke.
It was a tall boy with dark hair. “How many people know about tonight?” He asked his companions.
A girl, lean and doll like shook her head, “Apart from us and them, I don’t know. If they confided in a third party it was without us knowing.”
One of the group had been sitting quite still, staring into space. He had brown eyes laced with bright yellow, making him look like a cat. His features were somewhat round, although not so much that one would call him fat. After about ten minutes of the party throwing ideas in the air he spoke, quietly.
“We’re just kids.” Everyone turned to look at him, confused and terrified.
It seemed that one of their companions were about to cave. Then as he looked up they saw the spark in his eyes.
“We are just kids, remember that.” With this he smiled and got up.
Quietly he made his way to the car and took out a stack of notes. The others followed suit…
“What did you lot get up to last night?” Asked a chubby woman sitting at a kitchen table.
A girl, her intellect hidden by youth and beauty, passed the woman a cup of tea.
“Not much,” she said with a smile, “just being kids.”