Blood pooled on the floor, slowly spreading out across the floor. Her eyes stared up at him blankly, unseeing like always, but in a much worse way. Green clothes were stained darker with red.
It took only a second for the sight to register, and one more for the familiar feeling of grief to tear apart his heart. By the third second, his arrows were glowing and he was unleashing a storm of violence and revenge, years of training and mastering his power eradicated by the bloody scene.
Five seconds later, the assassin was crushed beneath stone, and the Avatar was mourning over his lover's lifeless body.
Author's Notes: Short, but most definitely not fluffy. D: Hopefully you guys still like it - I had trouble getting things worded right.
Disclaimer:I do not own 'Avatar' or any of its characters.
