Snow Falls Red
**Preface**
I kept running, not even daring to look back. As I ran, I lost my footing on some ice and fell to the ground. I was half way back up when I felt the knife stab into my leg, pinning it to the snow covered ground. I fell back into the darkness of the night, hitting the snow with a soft 'thud'. I screamed in pain as the knife shanked in my leg. I buried my head into the snow, to weak to fight him anymore, waiting for him to finish me already. He sat on top of me and yanked my head back by the hair, en evil smirk produced on his blood smeared lips. He yanked the knife out of my leg, only to bring it to my neck roughly, cutting the skin lightly. I closed my eyes, tears slowly rolling down my cheeks, falling to the ground. My life flashed before my eyes, remembering the Host Club and every presious memory, stupid ones and all. The time we first met Haruhi, when we went to the beach, the time Tamaki made us dress up as girls, everything flashed before my mind. It was to much. The knife slowly periced deeper into my neck, blood slowly pouring down my neck. I prayed that this madman didn't get ahold of Mitsukuni. The knife left my neck as he swung it back, ready to chop my head off. I tried to scream out in protest but nothing came out but a raspy breath. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, wishing I had done more in my life. There was one thing I wished I had done more then anything though, and that was to tell Mitsukuni he meant more to me then anyone on this entier planet, That I loved him. I wished I could say goodbye to him. I heard the man snicker as he brought the knife down, only to trace it along my neck, teasing me. There was one good thing about this though, I was dying for Mitsukuni, he wouldn't have to die. This was my choice and I was proud I never told Mitsukuni anything, he could live his life without worring at all. This man would never find him. He removed the knife one last time, swinging it back slowly. More tears fell down my tear stained cheeks, turning red as they hit the soft snow that covered the ground like a blanket, almost like the blanket that would be covering my dead body. The thought sent chills down my spine. Snow started to fall softly from the sky, snowflakes landing on my face. As the knife came down, I remembered something.
It was Christmas Morning.