All is quiet. Nothing is heard but the breathing of two.
His is loud; hers, barely there.
Blood is everywhere.
Splattered on the bed's sheets, the curtains, the walls, themselves.
The thick silence is broken.
'Now you'll never do that again, right, Princess?' he smirks, showing his rotting teeth.
Her body stays on the floor, unable to move, almost unable to breathe.
'Answer me, b***h!' he snarls, gripping her hair in his hand tightly.
She coughs, blood gracing her cracking lips.
He growls and throws her back to the floor with a dull thud.
'You should know by now you can't kill me. It ended up the other way around.' he laughs coldly.
'Y--' she coughs again, blood coming from her lips and sliding down her chin. She slides her hand, out of sight, towards her katana beside her.
'You're wrong.' she states and throws her katana at the surprised man in front of her; the very same that had killed her family.
He executes a small scream before the slim sword lodges through his throat and into the wall behind him.
His body becomes limp in mere seconds and his heavy bulk is too much for the sword to hold. The blade slices through his neck, cleanly, and he, dead, falls to the floor.
'I.. I did it, brother. Mother, Father. You're avenged now.. The b*****d is dead by my own hands..' a smile graces the girl's bloodstained lips before her eyes glaze over.