Blood splattered against the floor, bloodcurdling screams coming from both his mother and father. More red on the walls, some even reaching the low ceiling. The raven haired boy's green eyes were large wide, teeth gritted so hard his jaw was hurting, his two hands clutching a sharp knife which was also red. Below him, a lady was laying there, body convulsing, screams practically ripped from her throat as her mutilated face was being constantly stabbed. Finally, finally, the woman's screams were slowly lowering into shallow breaths, and soon the body stopped as well. The boy stopped his actions, eyes widening as if he just realized what he was doing. Giving a loud gasp, he stumbled back, trembling hands releasing the bloodstained knife with a loud clang of metal hitting the floor. He gave a glance at his father and brother that he hated so much, clenching his hands at his father's angry expression. So familiar. Breathing hard, he got to his feet, scrambling past his two shocked family members, to the half open door. Decimus, of course, went after him. But all the boy could see was his red, red hands and arms, and the grey pavement.
The dragon sniffed, laying his head on the edge of the glowing pool, green eyes staring at his reflection. Strange, really. He rarely ever saw his own face. The reptile played with the water by blowing a small gush of wind on it, watching small rings of ripples ruin the reflection. Giving a sideways glance, he could see his rider twisting, hands clenching and unclenching. Anytime now.
