Ruby stood up, staring at the man laying on the ground before her.
Blood stained the ground, as well as herself, marking her even more red.
She dragged her tongue over her lips, wiping off part of her cheek, the ruby red liquid dribbling off her chin.
She knew the hunger would come back, as she stared at the man's corpse, his torso ripped apart and aten.
She would admire the man and soak in his blood and scent if she could for longer, but she had a sharp little ice cream cone at home she had to get back to.
And she knows how much that sharp little ice cream cone enjoys seeing her all bloody.
So Ruby slipped on her mask, and snuck off.
Back to Neo.