The Stained

Part 6

Shaking, the boy let go of the hilt. The man before him sank to the ground, propped up by the length of blade protruding from his body. The boy fell to his knees and started to sob.

A gurgled cough escape the man’s lip. He ran a blood stained hand through the boy’s white hair, leaving a red streak.

“I’m so sorry,” he choked.

The boy looked into the man’s eyes. They were filled with tears. Not tears of fear or sadness, but tears of a different kind. The boy didn’t understand.

A shadow quickly swept past the moon.