Red Hands || CA Closed
@fireandicemachine
There was blood everywhere.
Konoe’s hands were drenched in it, and the scent of cold iron flooded the alley where she stood, making the scene that had unfolded there that much clearer. The lump that lay at her feet was still, but the pool of murky blackness which was spreading from underneath it was quite alive, filling the space with nightmarish persistence.
Cars zoomed past the alley’s entrance, their headlights illuminating the stage for the tiniest of intervals. Tiny, but enough. Enough for someone who was standing outside of the alley to catch a glimpse of the lithe woman clutching a blade in one hand, staring idly down at her work, to see her shoes turn a disgusting shade of crimson, her eyes slowly moving up to meet theirs.
They were empty eyes, devoid of any feeling at all. There was no excitement, no fear, not satisfaction, nothing. This woman had looked at death, but nothing about her gave up that fact, apart from the stains which couldn’t possibly be washed out by any amount of water.
Giving the stranger a final, empty look, the woman turned on her heel and slunk into the shadows of the alley, leaving her work lying there, motionless. In the near vicinity, sirens could be heard.
