The air was filled with the scent of blood. The once dry ground, now filled with the crimson ooze that flowed freely inside a human's body, only now spattered like a puddle of mud.
And in front of that puddle, stood a person gazing down on a lifeless flesh.
"I… I, killed her…." He muttered, with little ease he did.
Standing in front of a lifeless body, a rather strange scene was ahead. The silhouette as not moving, it only breathed heavily with no contempt of ever moving away.
As his hands felt weak, he suddenly let go of the gun in his hand, no doubt the object he used to take away the life of the person.
The killer wore scarves that covered his neck, making it look like binding chains for his head. His gray hair, which shone in the dark had covered his face as if to administer a more mysterious approach.
The person that killed her… Jet Enduro. The killer.
With his eyes never wandering around, only focused in front of the dead girl that lay there.
The girl, lying on the red floor wore a purple dress, with her braids in ruin as early when she fell from the shot that took her away.
He saw more of this, and his conscience baffled him, making him want to commit suicide. But before he knew what to do with the time left, he held her into his arms.
"I'm sorry….. I'm so…". His words were suddenly cut, not surprisingly by the tears that came down from his cheeks.
With his arms around her, he clenched his hands and wished for some red liquid to be spilt from it. Although he assured this by giving it a more tight fight, still there was no avail.
As his eyes were drowned in tears, he looked at her lifeless body in full regret. Not knowing what exactly to do before he committed his own final step, with death.
With his undecided act, he now turned to his gun.
As his hand approached it, Virginia's dead body nearly dropped from his arms.
He took one last look at her, and although lost in thought that he killed her, still sensed her physical beauty. With this, he smiled and took the gun into his mouth. He cocked it.
And with one click….
"Aaaaaahh….!"
The scream could be heard from the same person in the scene, but this time only realizing he was in bed.
His frame wore no clothes, and he soaked in sweat that gleamed in the light of midnight. Frantically, he searched the whole room seeming to look for something, or someone.
Hands covered his face, gently caressing his cheeks that flowed with sweat, and now with tears.
But wait a moment, to his surprise it was not his'. Slowly, he looked at his side to see a woman with the same expression. Only with the exception of tears in her face. As he looked to where the gentle hand came from, Jet saw more than could what comfort him.
Beside him, lay the woman he saw in his dreams, or nightmare rather.
Other than the tears that shone on his face, so did she. Her tenderness grasping his coldness felt more than anything he needed to be aware of the fine line between reality and nightmare.
"Hush…" She said as she pulled his face to her naked chest. Slowly, but surely she took away all his worries.
This reminded Jet of how lucky he was. That his dreams did not make him what he is, and he himself was embraced on that thought.
Her…
Only her. The proof that made him smile in his own thoughts.
"What did you dream of?" Her voice followed with all the love she could muster.
As he rested on her, he breathed heavily at first, but soon it dissipated into a gentle one that felt warm on her.
"N.. Nothing. Just something that will never happen." He bridged a gap from her, then suddenly gazed at an empty space away from his lover.
"I won't let it."