Rainbow Carnival
The red blood ran down the hall, her breath coming in ragged gasps as tears streamed down her face. The halls of the communal hive stem echoed with soft dripping sound of her chocolate lifes blood dripping from the stump that was her arm. The troll who was pursuing her had taken that in one of his little jokes. Choose a door, one or two. She chose wrong. She knew she was only alive because it amused him to watch her run, run till she died of blood loss. He was fast, so fast. Her moirails head had gone spinning in the first few minutes of their little nightmare.
The Hive stem was home to members of a low blood rebellion, she had been drawn in by her moirail and matesprit, a redblood and olive blood who were friends. She regretted that now. The honking laughter echoed in her mind and the world in her head spun with carnival colors. She slipped on the floor, coming down hard. with a crack as her nose broke. In the echoing pain she heard the door behind her in the hall slam and lock. She looked down, her hands were wet... the color was an odd yellow orange. Mixed blood, low blood. She looked up. Painted on the walls in the blood of her hive mates was a mural, smiles, cavorting low bloods missing limbs and organs all smiling brightly. Scrambling to her feet she dashed down the hall of horrors.
At the end of the hall she found letters on the ground. She let out a whimper as she read in the colors of her matesprit "Look up ;o)". Her mouth fell open in horror as she found the unnatural decorations in the hall. Her matesprit hung from hooks, well, eight different hooks, all above her, dripping his blood onto the floor and her face. Her own screams almost drowned out the laughter. "H~Onk! What bitch-tits? Y~Our ass d~On't all up and like the wicked shit I did with y~Our heart?" The pain of a mental spike as he mind filled with the sight of her lovers murder, joined with the pain of her second arm being cut cleanly by a cleaver. She fell to her knees, her jaw splitting as he met her fall with his knee. "All ~Over n~Ow but the dying..."
She was done, she knew it... but... She clenched her dying eyes, putting forth her power. The fire spread fast, there was a honk as the clown who had ended her life went up in flames from the waist down, the crash of a window as he jumped out. A smile spread across her lips, the clown must be dead. She would be with her matesprit soon. The last thing she felt was the flames licking her feet and hair.
On the street below the clown crawled. Legs burned and ribs broken. That shit hurt bad. His vision was fading as he tried to drag himself out to the street, to find some help from someone. "H~Onk...." There was someone, A kind voice, a teal symbol leaning over him... then black.
