100 Themes Challenge: 17. Blood
What has he just done?
Blood was everywhere. All over the ground and the dead bodies. Even splattered on him…The blood of his friends, his family…
They were all so innocent. They didn't do anything to deserve this. It wasn't near their time.
He dropped his golden sword, eyes welling up with tears. He cursed to himself, dropping down on his knees.
It was Nightmare, he knew it. He wouldn't really kill any of these people. Nightmare must have found him, got inside his head, and made him kill everyone.
He looked around the room.
His best friends, all dead.
A grey-haired one with ears and a tail, now stained red.
Another friend's red eyes, now dull and lifeless.
The blood all over the next one was as red as his hair.
A blue-haired friend with matching blue eyes…decapitated.
His lover, pink hair stained blood red, the substance oozing from his mouth and a gash on his stomach.
His brother, his brother's wife, her brother, dead. The people he never really talked to, dead. The people he said and thought he despised, dead.
There was just too much blood. He should be dead, not everyone else.
But Nightmare made a mistake.
The two most important people on this planet were now dead. Without them, the world they lived on was doomed.
They created this world. Without their life, there is no life for the planet.
It was crumbling. He could feel it falling apart.
And he was going to go down with it.