Ixis Stood on the platform, looking around him. Corpses littered the floor, But one figure still stood, her weapons held loosely in her hand. Ixis watched her, soaked in a rainbow of blood, fuschia and candy red freshly splattered across his face, the two closest bodies still warm. He ignored the thoughts, the self hatred that welled from killing his moirail and his hatecrush. The voices helped, drowning the thoughts in a torrent of maddening cries for blood. He spun his kukri in his hand, staring down the figure, ignoring the familiar colour of her eyes. As he stepped forward, she charged at him, and ixis could see his reflection in the indigo tears that welled in her eyes. He simply raised his kukri, and stabbed.
Ixis woke up with a start, waking up the woman next to her. She turned to him, and murmured a question, asking him if he was alright. Ixis nodded, turned around and tryed to forget the memory of kukri piercing flesh, and blue blood splattering him.
