The Emerald Eyes of Protection.

Empire

My hands shook violently as bright metallic crimson dripped from the sides of my palms. I glanced down at the cold tile floor, my heart feverishly racing and my mind flooded with thoughts of the inevitable.

His body had stopped twitching about ten minutes ago, and no matter how much I screamed he wouldn't wake up. I didn't mean too... I really didn't. I couldn't have... It's impossible! The knife now lodged in his stomach leaked a beautiful ruby colored fluid, creating a pool around his now lifeless body. I couldn't think... All I could do was breathe and continue to remind myself that I, was in fact, alive and the motionless man in front of me was not. I sat bent over his body, sending trickling wet tears to his cold chest. I didn't even want to check for a pulse. I was a genius, after all, I knew he was dead. That knife was what killed him... And I was the one who had grabbed it, which makes me officially a murderer. I had no idea what really happened. All I could really remember was screaming, hitting, fear and anger. However, it did not matter now... And my heart sank as I realized the love of my life's soul had dispersed into the ether. One that I loved so dearly that I had forced a ring onto my finger. The ring that had made us official partners was now dripping with his glistening plasma. I looked at it slightly as I shakily removed my hands from the base of the chef's knife. The same knife I used to cut his favorite meal for dinner and the same knife that he had bought for me as a one-year anniversary present.

It hurt so bad... And my eyes widened as I checked my own stomach to make sure I wasn't the one actually stabbed and that it wasn't my blood drenching the now humid bathroom. Sadly, it wasn't, and I was perfectly alive... I had told Vatro while he was dying in my arms that I had called for an ambulance... I lied for his comfort. I knew there was no way they could save him. This little town didn't have enough lifesaving medical equipment to bring him back. In the end, all it would have done was gotten me arrested. Locked away from the only little thing I had left now, my child. I had told him I would pick him up from school in an hour...

I had to protect him... If the police found out... That would be the end of it. He would be given to someone else, and I knew my little azure would not be able to handle the pain. He would probably kill them... Be locked away himself and eventually killed.

I took a deep breath as my stomach churned violently and I quickly sprinted towards the toilet to vomit. I only made it about halfway, and green mush came pouring out of my mouth and onto the floor. Half of it even splashed onto my blood stained pants since I wasn't really mentally awake. I felt so disgusting... Like some kind of hellish psychopathic monstrosity. Not to mention that I looked just as abhorrent. My burgundy hair was about half falling out of its ponytail prison, and my green eyes had the same look as my dead spouse still lying on the floor... I quickly cleaned up my puke with some toilet paper and threw it into the bowl before flushing.

I have to clean this up. I have to make it look like he did it. I didn't have a choice. My darling child, Sonic, was more important... I have to protect him. And someday when things settle down, we will build that wonderful world we have always wanted. One where there is no bloodshed, fear or confusion. Everything will be beautiful and bright like his little sparkling emerald eyes. Then... I will tell everyone. But for now... Vatro's dying words will remain a secret. As I walked over to turn on the hot water in the shower to clean myself, I went over to my dresser to grab a single plastic clear glove I normally would have used to dye my hair and shakily paced back to his corpse. He looked quite peaceful... Which surprised me greatly. Having a knife lodged in your intestines is not a peaceful way to go.

At this point, I was in survival mode and the tears present in my eyes a few minutes prior, receded. Quickly, I slipped the glove onto my right hand, and I gently put Vatro's palm into mine for probably the last time. He was stone cold, and I knew with complete certainty that this was not a horrific nightmare. I tightly wrapped his fingers around the knife, making sure his fingerprints covered my own. I was pretty certain that the cop's fingerprint machines were of low quality and would not see the fingerprints below. I became immediately concerned as Vatro's stiff hand was not letting go of the knife, and I had to pry them open slightly to force them to release. The police were surely smart enough to know that his hand would not be grasping the knife if he had done it himself. I hoped with every fiber of my being that there was no sign of damage to his fingers and I was relieved when his palm rested gently on his abdomen right next to the insertion of the knife. I turned my head slightly to glance at his unmoving and dead brown eyes, and I placed my gloved hand on his cheek before whispering "I love you and sweet dreams." In a way, I hope his deceased soul wasn't listening because I knew how unbelievably furious he would be. However, saying goodbye was probably for the best as my violently shaking body stood and started walking over to the shower. I had to be careful to make sure I didn't get any more evidence on him. I stripped off my blood stained clothes as my soft white skin was revealed in full and my body completely exposed. Even though I wasn't necessarily unattractive, I felt like a dirty troll... Taking a shower... Washing off his blood into the abyss. It was more than I ever thought I could handle, but I did nonetheless. That blood now several feet below, flowing through dozens of metal pipes, once pounded through his veins. The heart that I loved so dearly... Once pumped that blood through his ever-expressive and vibrant body that I can remember being so close to just a few nights prior. I couldn't believe that I wasn't just falling to pieces but somehow... I found a way to force these thoughts to hold no meaning.