Another killy chapter, same rules as last time.

~Zoey

I was on a walk around the home base of my troupe when I heard it: the scream.  Everyone else was in their sleeping areas, so I was pretty sure that no one heard it but me.  I quickly and quietly made my way towards the source of the scream, slowly unsheathing my sword.

When I turned a corner, I saw two people: one a boy around my age holding a bloody sword and the other lying in a pool of red.  The boy wearing clothes from Chaki was facing away from me, so I had time to recognize the dead body before he realized I was there.  I ran towards Marcus' killer and knocked him to the ground, stabbing my sword through his foot and knocking his sword out of grasp with my foot.

I raised my sword above his chest, above his heart, and was about to thrust it into his chest when I saw his eyes.  His eyes were full of fear, and I couldn't look at him anymore, so I looked away.  When I looked away, I accidentally looked into Marcus' blank eyes!  I looked back at the Chakan boy, his eyes so full of pleading, of hope, and I decided what to do.

I thrust my sword into his heart with a cry of anger and pulled it back out.  Every time I threw it through his chest, my shouts of anger slowly subsiding into sobs of despair and my hits getting weaker until I collapsed in exhaustion.  My clothes were soaked in blood and tears and I sat there, next to two dead bodies, my shoulders shaking with sobs, my breaths shaky and ragged, when I felt a hand on my shoulder.  Through blurry eyes, I could make out the shape of Mary, tall and lean.  I know that she was trying to be comforting, but her presence only reminded me of one thing: she could be the next to go.