LANCE
I looked at Ava. The moon wasn't anywhere in the sky this evening. Only the stars, brimming and blinking faint lights. And the occasional whip of thin clouds spread across the atmosphere. The street lamp at the murky corner is shedding light in the alleyway.
I can roughly make out Ava's features. Especially her crimson eyes that seem to glint in this dark place. Its almost like, the eyeballs are patch with blood.
"Ava..you..what - what are you doing?" Her right cheek is dripping blood. Definitely from the two lifeless victim sprawled on the cold floor.
She didn't move. She didn't flinch when we just saw her kill. She didn't faze seeing our shocked faces. She didn't blink when I tripped on my butt and scampered to get away as possible.
Blood. Blood is all over the walls. Dripping, sopping, drenching the cold battered cement. The stench, the serrated flesh, it was too much for me to bear.