A White Rose Dyed Red

*Warning: Mention of Blood!!!*

Run. Don't stop. You can't stop. There's not enough time. Screaming. Blood. Fire. The smell of smoke permeating through the dark gloomy sky. Guns. Men. Bullets. Mangled carcasses lying on parched mire.

You pause for a second, struggling to catch your breath. As you looked down, staring at the lifeless mound drenched in warm blood in your hands. You shivered as you laid it on the stained dirt, the sickening grime sticking to your fingers as you cupped her pale face in your hands. Your head hung in sorrow, you choke on the tears you'd held in all these terrible, disastrous years.

She would have never wanted this. She didn't deserve this foul fate. She would have helped them, saved them, even. Yet you just ran away with your tail tucked between your legs. You left them to die. Coward! She'd never forgive you! You let them die! Monster! The tears that threatened to fall from your face escape, and you let out a pitiful cry as you held her, the only woman you had ever trusted, your first and only friend, in your dirty, sin-stained hands. You were shaking with grief, your mixed emotions racing around before finally settling to anger. You were furious, but not at yourself. You were angry at the gods. How could they do such a horrible thing to such an innocent and kind person? To such a wonderful woman?

"I promise you revenge." You whispered bitterly, gazing at her pale, cold and lifeless face, your normally bright pale yellow eyes a deep shade of gold. "I will avenge you!" You looked at her lovingly once more before letting out a soft whimper, finally giving in to darkness. Yet even as you closed your eyes and plunged into the dark depths of the unknown.. even as the lights went dark.. all you had was revenge on your mind.