His eyes shine like two newly-washed tanzanite gems, hidden and partially-shadowed by his snowy hair. His grin, maniacally cheerful as always, just barely reaches them as his teeth gleam just as brightly. A spot of scarlet appears at the corner of his mouth as the skin is stretched past its limit.
The spatters of a darker hue make sickening sounds against the folds of his clothes. The vigorous crunching of metal against bone and the squelching of destroyed tissue and matter arise a symphony of annihilation within the tiny room. His smile never falters as heart after heart ceases to beat, as his clothing and skin are soiled by the essence of murder.
At last, only two forms remain breathing, the man and a boy huddled in the corner, sopping in the blood of his fallen comrades. His brothers, his only friends…he sobs, curling tighter and holding himself as the man starts towards him, his grin growing ever-so-slightly.
"Raivis…"
Such a sickly-sweet, petrifying voice.
"Are you afraid, my little Raivis?"