Bloodred Legeica
Virtual
The smell of smoke filled my head as I regained consciousness.
A mumble called from afar:"You okay?"
I forced my eyes open; the room I lied in was dark and damaged. To my surprise, however, my eyes adjusted quickly and I could see the sharp outlines of the overthrown desks and small bodies surrounding us.
The voice belonged to a boy; his hair was dirty and his deep black eyes seemed to be filled with disgust.
In my hand I felt a metal object: my eyes grazed down along my arm, ignoring the mass amount of warm blood covering my hands, and landed squarely on a small (rather used-looking) knife. My lips lifted at the corners.
The next motion was fluid. I felt calm, almost mechanical, as I rose from the floor. My feet met the piles of rubble with extreme grace, and soon I stood in front of the young man I had heard moments before.
His eyes peeked open, and at the sight of me, his face almost seemed to radiate warmth. I held out my hand toward him and he took it gently.
As he gained his footing on the dusty tile floor below him, the faintest syllable of a word escaped his lips, "Laur-" before my hand had the opportunity to slash the knife across his neck. His mouth remained open, astonished, and I watched as his body collapsed back down to the floor.
I felt nothing, yet I knew I belonged here.
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