Beyond The Fallen

The massacre

A frail young man laid on his stomach as the feeling began to come back to his limbs cold was what greeted him, cold radianting his grip, a dagger, so tightly gripped the knuckles of his hand turned white.

The boy struggled to stand up, his body weak and trembling from the effort of pushing himself from underneath a pile of corpses the feeling of fingers hands and arms holding his back in a disgusting hug.

His shirt, wet with blood and rain, decided to give it one last push and stood up with a groan.

"This is how it ends."

Kuro's face was complex; this was how it had to be. There was no other way to get what he wanted, no to do what he needed.

Kuro stared down at the knife in his hands, seeing his own bloodied hair and eyes that shone with a gray mistiness. But there, underneath his chin ran a large scar, a white line that traveled down his chest like a silent road. His fingers traced bringing a feeling to the front of his mind, the feeling of hatred.

Then the boy turned, staring at the bloodbath in front of him. Corpses decorated the ground like red roses of a flower bed with pure beauty that kuro was absorbed in, the day had gone far worse than he had planned, but he was alive.

He then walked towards a particular man, the man on his knees with a oozing wound in his chest, the taste of iron mingled with the hot dry air making kuro want to gag.

What was laid by the man, was those disemboweled corpses of unfortunate souls that crossed the fury of the man's blade, their faces to most would seem unrecognizable, but kuro did recognize them, how could he not? They were the very friends that sacrifice themselves for him.

"When I look back I'd imagine myself in your place , Adam." He said while wiping blood off his thin eyelids, the red was starting to sleep into his eyelashes Turning them into dark red long whips.

The man coughed up a putrid black fluid

"Was it worth it, Kuro?" The man looked across with a penetrating gaze kuro wondered if he felt scared at this moment, Adam voice made the hairs on the boy's neck stand.

Kuro turned away from the man to his left as if he was searching for something. "Was it worth it? did you think this was going to last?" The pit of his stomach twisted violently as if trying to escape the situation.

But his gaze never faltered during his words.

Blood dripped down the man's lip hitting the ground with a sickening splatter "You're eyes remind me of my own, when you looked at me it was that moment I decided to take you as my own."

The view of his face shone against the sunlight cold green eyes it almost made kuro disgusted looking at the emotionlessness as if Adam had nothing, that must be what people saw when they looked at kuro's eyes.

A smile crept onto Adam's mouth the yellow teeth peaked behind his thin lips as if wanting to look at kuro.

"We're the same kuro, I could tell from the start." Adam said with a gurgle "gaze of madness, my only mistake in life was not snuffing out your life that day."

Kuro's face twitched.

Kuro's expression turned sour as his old leader continued, It was as if he had no regret for the decisions that led him here.

"I'm not even slightly similar to you bastard!" he spat, his grip on the knife tightening. "How many times do you think I wanted to kill you?" Kuro didn't even blink as a salty droplet of sweat and blood, kissed spots of red on the white of his eye.

The leader chuckled mockingly, his eyes glinting with a cold light. "Oh, my memory is quite good child" The yellow teeth that endured the man's jaw was now completely exposed to kuro in a toothy smile. "was it when I snapped that boy-"