My first attempt at horror, so I hope it's good. ::sweatdrop:: C!Syaoran is bascially just making his rounds...
Red, Blue, and Brown
Red, red, nothing but red, oozing, bleeding from the stones and the dirt and the bodies, dripping down everything like rain and washing the world in sin. The fire, licking its next meal in anticipation, savoring the taste of flesh and its sweet wine as it burns away at everything, nothing left or spared or forgotten.
Who knew the sunset could be so red?
You tremble, cry, hovered in the corner behind the ruins of what was once a great city, a dilapidated wall from a building your only shield, though exactly from which building is indecipherable. Everything is ruined; everything looks the same.
Horses shriek and gallop away, their masters limp on their backs, desperate to flee death and terrified by the stench of burning corpses that seems to follow them everywhere. You hear a shrill, petrified screech before a loud, sickening crack; suddenly, the galloping has stopped. You shiver, clutching a silvery-rose feather in your hand, praying to the Gods that the horse got away, that you too will get away, that he –
Him. Tears run down your face as your eyes turn to the feather in your quaking, dirt-streaked hands. You don't know where he's from or what language he speaks, but if there's one thing you know he wants, it's this. This feather, a trinket you once thought to be a gift from the Gods themselves, now the grim reaper, the lucky charm that changed its colors and laughs cruelly in the face of your demise.
Close your eyes, hold the warm feather close; maybe if you believe hard enough, pray hard enough, you can forget your mother's screams echoing in the back of your mind, ignore that man's voice in the distance, pleading for mercy before unleashing an unearthly howl, followed soon after by the now nauseatingly familiar crunch of a skull against stone.
Footsteps, the calm, calculating steps of a predator, closer, closer, coming closer, the smell of blood and iron and ashes growing as the piercing noise gets closer, closer, closer -
A soft stillness, lasting only a moment, in which all sound, screams, fire, everything stops, including your heart. Time has ceased to exist; all you can register is the loud thumping of your heart as it beats so hard you swear it'll fly out of your chest. You dare not breathe; close your eyes, pray harder, harder, please oh please don't let it be him, anything, anything but him –
A gentle drop of something falls on your cheek; at first you think it another tear attempting to escape your doom, but upon opening your eyes and touching your cheek, you come to the cold and bitter realization that no, this is no tear. Slowly, slowly, you look up; pleasepleasepleasepleasePLEASE
The wind is knocked out of you, and your mind is dizzy with fear and panic. A form emerges from the smoke, covered in blood and seemingly unaware of the gashes and wounds littering his person. Two eyes, one blazing hot and holding the fires of hell, the other frozen ice and singing of power and death, look into yours, and you know, you know, those eyes are the last things you are ever going to see.