Guilty as Charged
by thepeacockandthebutterfly
Number 9: Saved for the Future
Blood dripped from his temple down the side of his face, hot and sticky.
Soft fingers gently wiped at the crimson fluid, dangling in front of his face coated in red.
"Your blood is so pretty," the blurry figure before him cooed, "so bright." The figure brought their fingers to their lips, sucking gently until all of the blood was gone. Smiling widely, red staining their otherwise perfectly white teeth. "You're so pretty," they mused, staring right at him.
He coughed, choking slightly on the blood that blocked his windpipes. "W-why?" he managed to croak.
The figure leaned in closer, revealing a round female's face. Rounded cheeks, button nose, full lips, and huge eyes...she was stunning. But those blue orbs that were mounted in her face were what he focused on.
They're like flowers.
Laughing surrounded him, the gay sound of childish innocence and humor.
A girl, with an adorable face, fell to the ground into a patch of bright blue flowers. Pollen flew up around her, a pale yellow cloud that surrounded her. She tried to get up, but collapsed, limbs beginning to twitch. Her face blued as she choked, the pollen working into her bloodstream and destroying her.
She coughed, blood spewing from her pouty pink lips. Her big brown eyes locked with his, pleading and desperate. He could only watch in horror as a seed of blue bloomed within her irises and overwhelmed the lovely brown.
Electric blue eyes. The same shade as the poisonous flowers she had fallen into.
"Do you remember me now?" she giggled, carding her fingers through his hair.
His eyes cleared a little bit until he could make out the angles of her face. The gentle slope of her nose and the upward curve of her eyes. "What happened to you?" he rasped.
"I died," she said softly, blue eyes clouding over slightly, "those flowers released a fatal toxin into my airways. I died...but I came back for you." She said these last words with a breathtaking smile.
"Why me?"
She brushed his hair away from his forehead, the locks partially damp and sticky with drying blood. "You are dying," she whispered, leaning in so that her lips brushed the shell of his ear.
He shuddered. "Is it true? Am I really dying?"
"You were," she smiled, an empathetic feeling emanating from her, "but I was able to protect you, Adrien. And someday you will do me a favor in exchange for your life." She leaned over and pressed a kiss on his forehead, soft lips brushing against his skin.
Warmth radiated from the spot, sending tingles throughout his body. Strength entered him again, allowing him to stand. He brought a hand to his face, realizing that the oozing wound had healed over, leaving no trace of its prior existence. "H-how?" he stuttered, continuing to touch his face in disbelief. But when he looked around, he realized that the girl was gone. She had faded.
He looked at the ground around him, noticing that flowers had sprung up where his blood had touched the ground. Bright blue flowers. The same flowers that he had seen in her eyes.
I guess this isn't straight up gory, but it's a little bit creepy so :)