One huffed with tired glee, blood staining their hands as one stroked their hands against the mess of intestines splatted upon the cold, stone floor. The body wasn’t so far away, one still had to remove the facial features and parts that would reveal the sex of one’s victim, like they had done to them ever since one was young, but no one would ever suspect either way; who would kill their own savior?

The world spins, knife in hand, rain washing the blood through the dark streets. I’ve finally done it, I’ve killed him; Finally after all the times he had killed me this time it was his turn.

Room full of blood… what have i done? The blood’s on my hands, I’ve killed again.

Blood drips from the knife I hold in one hand, her body lays crushed on the floor, my black boots are sticky with the running red liquid.

Her white wings are folded behind her in submission, I’ve killed an angel now my fate is locked in place…

Dragging a body into the fireplace to burn. “I plead the fifth.”

Waking up, he found himself in a run-down hotel room, his hands stained with blood. Panicking, he desperately attempted to piece together the events last night as sirens wailed in the distance.

It wasn’t long after he met her that she discovered his darkest secret. Now he runs with a hole in his heart and her blood in his hands.

The world around me began to spin and feel hazy as black dots clouded my vision. I put my hands against the slight pain in my abdomen and come across something wet and sticky, pulling my hand away all I see is red.

I fled the scene in an instance. Her blood on my hands.

What would happen if she dropped dead on the floor? To late…