Hi everyone! This is pretty much my first shot at writing fan fiction. I hope you all like it! Reviews would be awesome you know...Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Soul Eater. If I did I would have made Soul and Maka a couple a LOOOOONNNNNGGGGG time ago...
Crimson, that's all he saw. Crimson stained every inch of his vision. It was the color of the puddles on the ground beneath his parent's bodies, turning their clothes fifty shades darker than their original color. It was the color of the sticky substance that coated his hands. Even his pure white hair had taken on crimson like hue. The color was everywhere.
Finally it hit him. Crimson was the color of many things like wine, roses, and rubies. But this crimson was different. This dreadful color filled the nightmares of many. Once seen the color never leaves your brain.
"It's blood," he thought frantically. Legs giving out from under him he dropped to his knees besides his parents. "Mom, Dad?" He croaked out. Only silence answered his call. "Mom, Dad?" the boy called a little louder reaching to shake his father awake. His hand touched the cold skin of his father's shoulder sending chills up his arm.
"Mom, Dad, please wake up!" he yelled desperately trying to shake his father awake from his forever slumber. "You have to wake up, I can't be alone. Bad things happen when I am alone. Please this isn't funny!" He cried laying his head on his father's chest holding tightly to his mother's hand. He felt gentle hands carefully pry him away from the corpses but he couldn't see the person taking him away from his parents, the crimson clouded his view. The world was slowly collapsing on itself. He let out one last heart breaking scream before the world finally went black. The last image he saw was the cold hard faces of his dead parents.