A scream ripped itself out of his throat when something crashed into him. It smelled awful, and when Lance felt something tickling his arms, he dropped it. The thing crashed to the ground and he saw it was-
Oh god oh god why why why-
"Nyma?"
He knelt down beside her and shook her gently. Her once gorgeous blonde hair was stained with red, her skin dry and slightly cracking.
"N-Nyma?" Lance asked quietly, voice wavering. He shook her gently, and jumped when he felt something sticky. He pulled back and his face paled when he saw more red.
"Nyma, please wake up," Lance said louder, "Rolo is worried..." He slowly tilted her face up so he could see it and almost shrieked.
There was a big gaping wound on her forehead, blood staining most of the skin on her face. Her eyes were half closed, glassy with no life, her mouth slightly opened.
"Nyma!" Lance screamed, shaking her harshly. "Get up, get up, get up, getupgetupgetup-"
He broke off with a sob. No. No. Nyma was dead. Nyma was killed, murdered, slaughtered, she was-
"Oh my god. What happened?!"
Lance slowly turned, tears slipping down his face. A guy was standing there, deep violet eyes wide when he saw Nyma. His hair was about shoulder length, and black.
Black. Lance felt his blood run cold. Black. Red jacket. Ragged breathing.
"Are you okay? Is she okay?!" He stepped forward, and Lance felt himself scooting backwards. His voice, his movements, everything pointed to the fact that he was terrified, shaken, confused, worried... But his eyes. Those cold, deep, unforgiving orbs that showed no emotion. It was fake. It was fake.
It was fake.
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