Elysium

The sky was black and the tree loomed over the yard as it rocked back and forth in fury. The master held up his arms and mimicked its branches as he cackled at the men. “Do you all understand? I am the master!” Tim walked up to the young slave laying dead in his yard. He bent down and looked him in the face, his smile faded. His heart was heavy as he realized what he had done. He showed his teeth and stood up looking right at the men. “See what you have made me do.” He yelled and raised his gun. “You leave me no choice!” The day everyone died at the field marked the last for Timothy Peters. The day could have gone without incident but the wind was just right.