The Cold End By Autumn Fields

A/N: Alright, this is number two in my series of shorts, and my lame attempt of trying to write angst. Hope you like it.

Rachel let out a piercing scream, fading into the deep darkness surrounding her, falling on death ears. The sword piercing her thin stomach was burning hot, causing the skin surrounding it to swelter and blister. Her eyes began to collapse, not having strength enough to keep them open. She stumbled, falling to her knees. The darkness surrounding her closed in on the two bodies lying somewhere near the trunk of an oak tree. A leaf detached itself and drifted silently down, nimbly landing on the open hand of one such corpse.
Rachel took in a breath and crawled to where the bodies were lying, tripping over herself as she crawled. The pain shooting through her rigid body was making her numb, blinding her temporarily. She collapsed next to the corpse, gulping for air. The sword through her stomach was pushed out a few inches as she hit the forest floor. A moon beam shone through the branches up above, casting ghostly rays upon the silent dead faces. In the shining light the warm blood soaking her silver dress glistened valiantly. Silently she made up her mind to say farewell to all she knew and join her love in the afterlife.
She murmured a prayer, closing her eyes. All that she knew was about to disappear forever. As burning hot tears formed in her deep blue pools, she took hold of the hilt and pulled with all her might. In one swift movement the shining blade was extracted from her body, releasing a new wave of fresh blood. She gasped, wiping cold sweat off of her forehead.
Trying to ignore the immense pain she now felt, she cast her glance toward the frozen figures. Lying a few feet away was her secret lover, the stable boy working for her father. Next to him lay the bruised remains of her greatest and most noble brother, who had been destined to replace her father as king, but no more. Corpses, she thought, could not rule a kingdom.
She drew in a ragged breath and gingerly bent over her dear love. A tear escaped her burning eyes as she thought of his motives for why. He loved her, and he would die a thousand deaths to have the chance to hold her freely, to be able to kiss her and not regret it. Trying to escape the pain, she turned back toward her dear brother. Oh how her brother hated him! The stable boy, the piece of filth, not suited for a princess, no siree! But her brother loved her. The sweet little girl who would crawl into his bed at night, who was his pride and joy. To think she would associate herself with such waste, it was preposterous! He had to go.
Looking up into the moon she thought of the events of the night. How she had heard him coming, how they had ran, how they had fought and profoundly hurt each person present. She blinked slowly, and looked down into her bloodstained lap. The pain was unbearable now. Her beautiful wedding dress had turned a dark shade of red. She inhaled the night air and felt its chill seize her body. Silently she lay down next to her lover and put his arms around herself and buried her head in his chest, letting the emotions flow, as well as her blood.
The moon shone silently down on the three lying underneath the huge oak tree. As the beams hit the ground they glistened on the shining blood, distracting a barn owl as it descended upon a wondering mouse, completely unaware of the tragic events that had taken place a mere 30 feet away. In the morning the whole palace would be searching, and they would come upon the tragic sight. Two murders, and a suicide.

The End