𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈

~Bloodbath~

-"I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result."-

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(Play song now)

All they could do was listen as gunfire echoed through the arena, along with screams.

Ida tried to pick the lock with her bobby pins, but to no avail as the wails of agony sounded in her ears. Terror was evident in their eyes as they desperately tried to break the door open as more gunfire was heard.

All Luca could see was red as he went completely numb. The dread of not being able to see if she was okay but hearing people shooting at her and screaming was making his temper and worry spike.

Suddenly...everything went quiet. No screams. No gunfire. Nothing at all.

They all thought the worst, imagining her dead body at the center of the cold and hard concrete floors.

As if by some miracle, they got the door open. They all sprinted down as the deafening silence filled their ears and the only thing that was heard was their rushed footsteps.

They pried the large door open and they prepared their eyes for what they were going to see.

Blood.

It was a bloodbath.

A massacre.

Blood everywhere. Red was all they could see along with almost seventy dead bodies.

Dismembered, and blood-soaked. The seats that circled the arena, were now covered and drenched in red and flooded with bodies. Bodies butchered and slaughtered to the highest extent.

The varieties of skin color were now painted with one color and one color only.

Red.

They had never seen anything so gory. Their breaths caught in their throat and their faces were paler than a sheet of paper. Their hearts sunk at the realization that she couldn't have survived it.

The air was lethal and violent, like the smell of salt in the air by the beach.

He didn't waste time taking in the horrible scene in front of him, and he ran to the red concrete floors, hoping to find her alive. His breathing was hard and uneven with his heart thumping in his head.

He was thinking about how he was never going to see her gorgeous smile or hear her angelic laugh ever again. How he was never going to taste those sweet vanilla lips. How he was never going to hear her voice telling him how stupid he was. How he was never going to be able to feel her smooth milky skin ever again. How he was never going to get lost in the abyss in her dark eyes and hold her.

He could feel the tears surfacing but he hadn't even seen her yet.

He lost his breath when he saw the familiar raven silk hair.

He rushed over to her, ease filling his heart at the relief she was alive. The rest of them caught up to Luca, and saw her but didn't approach. Her back faced them as she knelt on the hard concrete.

She was alive but barely living.

Her pale and fair skin was dripping in her own blood. Her skin that was previously glowing and full of life, was now dull and inert. Her fists clenched and knuckles ghost white, bruised, and bloody with the rest of her exposed skin.

She was on her hands and knees, coughing and struggling for air. Deep cuts littered all over her body from the attackers with the knives. A gun wound was on her shoulder from a bullet grazing her skin. Contusions were littering her skin with more forming.