Today's fic is one of the shortest, similar to the very first, and it's a different style than the rest. I was kinda experimenting with this one, going for a kind of "whump aesthetic " feel, so I'd love to hear what you think! Shout out to trope-appreciation-tuesdaysagain, I went looking through the tags for ideas, and even though I didn't exactly use the "blood on snow" trope that kept getting mentioned, it did inspire me.
Day 10 - Blood Loss/Trail of Blood
Warnings: a looooooooot of blood, ambiguous ending
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Large, spattered drops, starting on the ramp of the Galran pod. Sporadic. One drop here, three there, an empty stretch, then two more. All the way across the floor of the hangar. Smeared, sometimes, like someone had stepped in them after they fell.
Then a handprint, bright red, marring the entirety of the door's scanner. A large streak of the same color on the wall right next to it.
The streak continues, out the door and onto the otherwise pristine white wall of the corridor. It becomes two streaks, the large one below and a smaller one up high that starts out looking a bit like another handprint, and eventually fades away.
The large one doesn't fade. It does stop, a few feet down the hall, becomes stationary. Leaves long, straight rivulets that end in a small puddle on the marble-like floor. From there the streak plummets, as if painting a rollercoaster hill onto the wall.
Drips again. Smaller this time, but closer together. Most are smeared. They end up looking like arrows, crimson against white, pointing the way down the hall toward the infirmary. The path they mark isn't straight, though. It wavers, from one side of the corridor, to the middle, back again. A winding path, with tiny, red stepping stones.
The drips are in larger clusters now, lingering together as the pace slows. A new handprint joins in, just above a particularly large spatter. Not far beyond that is another large streak.
The streak leads directly into a deep red pool.
A pool that is still forming, still spreading slowly from underneath the still form of a boy in a Blade of Marmora suit.
A/N: Talk to me, yell at me, keyboard smash, I don't care, just leave me a review!