Entry for the dgrayman100 drabble challenge - the theme was "First".
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"How could you!"
There was no reply. No words. Then there was a violent surge of energy, a slash, a torrent of pain searing his face.
"I curse you!"
And a scream.
There was an explosive ripping, an immense change in shape, pulling him, forcing him. He cried, pleaded for the figure to run, to escape. But they did not.
Someone was grinning.
Blood seeped from the slice in his left eye, dripping, pooling. Accusations reverberated around his head, etching themselves there, to be remembered forever.
A different figure crouched before him now, but he didn't acknowledge it. He lay dazed, bewildered, lost. Guilty.
"What a misfortunate fate."