Blood. The color and the scent of blood was something she could no longer rid herself of. Lying in the river of blood of her family, she no longer cared to. She felt like the metallic scent of blood would permeate ever part of her and she would never be able to differentiate between her scent and it again. She didn't dare leave her house. She didn't dare to leave the warm- coldcoldcold- comfort of her parent's body. The died to make sure she would live. Even without their beautiful eyes, they continued to gaze at her with love and she could no longer look away.

She had somehow stayed hidden beneath her laundry of clothes that her mother had thrown on her.

"Don't move. Don't move. Please. Just don't move."

Her mother had pushed her away, looking like she had hastily kept a basket of laundry aside to check on the screams that kept coming from outside. Her father had momentarily gone out and come inside moments later, eyeless and dropped to the floor.

A woman had come in after him, licking the blood- redredred- from her hands before smiling eerily. She slowly walked to her mother, tauntingly and cut out her tongue. She tortured her slowly and even after her screams faded into nothing, they continued to ring in her ear. She felt absolutely nothing. She would probably be the next to die but she didn't care. It had been an hour or so of torture for her mother until her eyes turned the beautiful crimson as her father.

Her eyes had never turned crimson before.

She stayed still, barely breathing. The hours passed by and she still remained. When the screams finally stopped, she climbed out. Her mother lay still on the ground near her. Her hand had fallen on top of her. She patted her mother's head.

"You can sleep, mama." Her voice cracked like she had been screaming or hadn't spoken for weeks. Her mind flashed back to the moment she saw the monster's back.

The spider themed tattoo on her back.

Number 8.

She would kill her. She would make her bleed. Make her pay. Her blood for every single person she killed. She would torture her-

She stumbled over someone and fell on the river of blood that flowed through their clan. The sun was setting beautifully and she couldn't stand the sight of it. Her hands were dyed red and she stood back up. She had no place to go now. She walked into the forest she had always been forbidden from, and she kept walking.

There was nowhere to go.

Nowhere to return to.

Nowhere to call home.