No Angels

A lone figure stood, surrounded by the cooling bodies of those dear to him. Drenched in the life of his family, he can only stand there and watch as the light faded from their eyes, one by one. With each death, another piece of his sanity is gone with them.  Unable to look away from the horrid sight that forever seared itself into  his mind. His knees buckled and he fell face first into the puddle of blood flowing from his mother. Turning his face towards his mother's face, her eyes wide in horror, mouth opened for a scream that was never to come. Tears gathered and fell, mixing with the blood.  

"Mom..." 

A chocked sob comes forth, followed by a shuddering sigh. He ran his hand through his mother's chestnut hair and closed her eyes before covering his mouth to stop the bile rising up his throat. Hot, salty tears slid down his cheeks as the dam broke. Closing his eyes in an attempt stop the tears, only to be assaulted by the images of the corpses lying around him.

Curling into a fetal position despite his body's protest. The bleeding gash running down his back throbbed as he tried to rid the images from his mind. Sobs racked his body as he forced his lips together with enough force to bruise. A shuddering sigh floats away as he calmed down to the occasional shudder. Out of the corner of his eyes, he spied the first snowflake falling. 

The only thing unmarked by the blood was the Christmas tree in the corner, colorful wrapped presents hid underneath the dark forest green leaves. Small decorations hung from the arms of the beautiful being. The only thing missing was the star laying in the corner forgotten. Splashed in the blood of its owners. 

New tears fought to spring forth and collide with the stained carpet. 

"What a way to spend Christmas" A bitter whisper followed by a empty laugh.