This story is dedicated to Niko-chan, who is my true love. Platonically, or otherwise. ;) I hope you like it. And, yeah, review or die.

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Bright red droplets of blook stained the otherwise perfect snow. The young boy gazed down in terror at his hands. They were. Stained red with the blood that also decorated the snow below him. He fell to his knees. He couldn’t think. What had just happened?

All he could remember was anger. Incredible, overpowering, anger. And a fight. He had struggled agianst someone stronger than himself, and then there had been blood.

Breathing heavily, the boy stood shakily. He took one last backward glance at the cold, lifeless body and then ran off, leaving bloody footprints trailing behind him. The silver blade lay in a pool of blood, silent evidence of the icey death.

Okay, so this is really short. But I can update, like all the time, since this is almost finished. Just a teaser folks. It get’s good later.