Blood everywhere painted on the ground. The ice mage was placed on a chair with his eyes closed. If you didn't know any better you would think he fell asleep you would think he was enjoying himself in a peaceful and beautiful dream. The expression on his face looked so peaceful like all the pain had left his body. The only thing that ruined the image was the Scarlet color the was painted around him. And if you looked very closely you could see that the beautiful painting started near his leg where crimson drops of blood were falling from his leg to the ground. The blood came from a wound that probably started around his abdomen but couldn't be seen because of the jacked he whore that covered his body. The pale skin and the lack of breathing made it clear that there no life in his body.
The fire mage looked at the sad scene with no expression it was like he didn't understand what was going on. His team mate, his guild mate, his rival, his brother figure, and his best friend was taken by death. And he didn't know how our Why. He knew nothing. Al he knew was that fairy tail would never be the same, missions with the team would never be the same even the normal days would never be what they used to be. The rage inside his body was going insane but also filled with sadness. And that combination made him do nothing. Except fell on his knees.
after a half hour of no movement tears finally fell from the fire mages eyes and after that, the screams came. After a million screams he finally got silent again. He stood up. He needed to tell the guild. He needed to tell them the news that would cut their hearts into a million pieces. He needed to go.
That day the life of an innocent mage was taken. Gray fullbuster was killed with no mercy. And every heart of the Fairy Tail was broken. All of this was the result of an act of violence. And not just an act of violence. A meaningless act of violence with no meaning to it at all only done for the joy of killing.