Desolation

Here's more to that story, this is the begining of it.

Chapter One

“For wheresoever the carcase is,
there will the eagles be gathered together” –ST MATTHEW 24:28

Glory and honor were the only thoughts belonging to Elias Roberts as he walked tall toward the President of the United States with a Smith and Wesson 44 In his right hand. His finger twitching slightly in anticipation of what might happen and if the destination could be achieved and glory attained. Elias harbored no personal ill will toward President Ulysses S. Grant, but rather only longed for a moment of fame and meaning to his otherwise meager existence. The nickel had warmed in the sweaty palm of his right hand, and as he drew he dropped the weapon causing a small but noticeable scene. One of President Grant’s personal attendants shot Elias Roberts, who died at the age of 21, alone. Taking two shots to the torso, one shot piercing the left lung and the other through the gut. Elias would only lay and smile at the floorboards until the lights of his eyes dimmed and grayed.
The papers would tell of the attempt, but his name was not mentioned. His family would not attend his funeral or show any kind of remembrance toward their lost son and brother. They believed his mind had gone insane and his will bent to that of the confederate loyalists he rode with on bank robberies and train heists. There was not a wife to mourn for the loss, and there were no children baring his namesake to wonder what had become of their father. His personal belongings were sold to pseudo gypsies in New York City for five dollars.
His closest friend was his brother, David, who would not take the news lightly and was surprised at the nonchalant behavior that the rest of his family carried towards the death. They had given up on the son that had been driven mad through war and robberies. His mother would note that when she looked in his eyes, she viewed chaos and an unquenchable loneliness. Grass grew thick around his headstone, and moss began to cover the north end and a part of the engraving which only read, “Elias Roberts, 1850-1871”.