Frozen blue eyes looked down as the blood from the sword dripped to the floor.
Thoughts rang through the once desensitized mind as slender fingers tightened around the hilt of the weapon. The limp body slid down the wall, leaving a trail of red from where the victim once stood. A sigh escaped the light pink lips as a hand reached down and soft fingertips brushed against the skin of the dying male. Sounds of the dripping blood sang as a small puddle around the tip of the blade was formed. It was a silent sound to those dying, yet to the dark haired owner of frozen blue eyes it was a silent scream of suffering. Though it should be morbid; the heart that was still beating fou