Perfect Sacrifice by Jack Parker

tears.
    "It looks like I'm living your dream, huh bro?" she said to him. She didn't expect an answer, nor did she want one. She was met only with the gentle breeze that tossed her hair. However, despite how calm or how wild the wind blew, the left side of her face always remained covered. Not once did the gusting air expose what was hidden behind her silvery blue locks.
    Ray turned away from her brother's grave and looked out across the vast field of death and anguish. However, the way it was decorated made a lot of people often forget that death was such a sad thing. Perhaps the dead were happy in the ground. She had once been told that the dead got off easy. It was the ones left behind that had to deal with the pain. Pain was a good word for it. It wasn't the same type of pain as her newly relocated shoulder or as her still sore midriff. This was a pain that couldn't be cured with even the finest of medicines. It was a pain in her heart, her mind, her very soul, and she doubted that it would ever go away.
    She began to walk away from her memories, heading out further into the cemetery that was full of small hills and trees. She was careful not to step on any of the flowers that people had placed there. The field was full of them, all different colors. It was a beautiful place above but a very sad one beneath.
    As she came to the top of one of the small hills, she looked out across the field below her. She stopped walking when she saw someone else standing near a grave. He stood stock still, his hands in his pockets, his head slightly down. His messy brown hair was being tossed in the wind, along with his brown coat that fell just above his knees.
    "Leon?" she questioned to herself, instantly recognizing the boy. He finally moved, turning away from the stone. He began to head back towards the exit of the cemetery. He walked slowly, his head still slightly down.
    Ray walked down the hill, being careful of the gravestones at the bottom. Stepping on a gravestone was a disrespectful act, and she didn't need any more curses than she already had. As she neared the stone Leon had been at, she slowed her pace until she finally reached it. She stopped in front of the finely polished stone, plated with gold. The name Lily Solaris was chiseled into the fine metal.
    Pity filled Ray's eyes as realization hit her. Leon had come for a reason similar to her own. He came to visit the one person he had loved and lost. Dr. Solaris had never mentioned what the loss of Leon's mother had done to the boy. His expression had been so full of pain that she hadn't pushed the topic.
    Ray sighed to herself as she prepared to turn around and leave. However, five shadows fell over her. She tensed up a bit as she slowly turned around. Five men stood there, smirks on their faces. Each one was taller than she was by at least a good five inches. However, it didn't matter to her. Size meant nothing. She just narrowed her eyes in annoyance.
    "Hey girl," said one of them, a sick grin on his face. "Give us all your money."
     
    Leon was walking away from his mother's grave, deep in thought. He was basically trying to ignore everything around him, wanting to sulk privately in his sorrow, a pain that had yet to leave him be. However, a voice caught his ears, and he stopped, glancing back. The words spoken by the voice had been a threat. That much was for sure. He turned fully around and saw five men standing around some girl.
    "I don't have any money," she responded harshly, not sounding afraid at all. Leon quirked an eyebrow at her statement. There was something familiar about that woman. I know that voice. He began to slowly walk back over, his curiosity getting the best of him. He had to know if he was right, and if he was, those men were going to regret their course of action.
    Ray cautiously took a step back from the men around her. She didn't need to get in trouble right now. She wouldn't usually be so vigilant, but with her left arm in a sling, she was at a