Follow up to Playtime
Wake
Hazy blue eyes met the ceiling fan and Shiro blinked a few times to clear the orbs; she laid there for a moment, wondering why she was on the floor of all places.
"Nero?" she called out softy and was aware of something sticky coating her skin as her nerves woke. The former knight closed her eyes again and raised her left hand to her head; something wet stained her fingers and Shiro opened her eyes again.
"What? It can't be…" She studied the red stain on her fingers and cautiously licked them with the tip of her tongue. Blood. She shot upright and looked down at herself, her clothes were soaked in blood and she looked to her hand; that too was covered in the red stain - even her arm - but part of the underside had been cleaned; there, she found a name carved into the spot.
Risho
"Who - or what - is Risho?" She stared at it a moment longer and forced herself to her feet. Her legs were unsteady as she walked to the bathroom and stumbled into Dante's desk, leaving a bloody hand print on the wood and another on the door when she fell into it.
"Oh…shit…" Blue eyes widened at herself in the mirror; little trails of blood ran down and across her face. "What happened? What have I done?" She pulled off the blood soaked clothes and found it had seeped onto her skin.
So much blood - human blood - it must have been a massacre. Shiro dove for the shower and turned it on, scrambling inside the tub without checking the temperature; she hissed as the cold water hit her back like tiny pins but she ignored it and drew her knees up to her chest.
Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she swore she heard laughter.
"What happened? Who did I kill?" She shook, half from the cold rush attacking her body and half from fear; she buried her face in her knees. "Nero…Dante…Someone help me…"