Traitor of Blood

Eh...not my best work. I think I wrote this while riding out a sugar high with a friend. Yeah...wow...

They say that at the moment of death you see your past flash before your eyes. You see your entire life, leaving nothing out of your mind before you leave the land of the living for the better place. For some it's pleasant to see the events during your life in your final moments, for others it isn't as good. 

Sadly I fall into the lesser of the catagories.

For me I saw his face. Everything else was a blur, almost not even remotely important to me, but for some reason his face stuck out to me like a nail.

I could see his bright smile. The smile he always wore as he waited at the school gates when the children poured out of the small building where classes were held. It was so warm and kind. He looked like a child himself amongst all of the children when he smiled for them. 

Then I saw those gentle amber eyes, filled with so much love and even more life. 

Yes, those eyes, the eyes of the man I once looked up to. The eyes of the man I used to dream of surpassing. The eyes of the man who betrayed his own people and family. 

The eyes of a murderer.

I saw his face changed, spattered with thick red patches of the blood of his people. His smile was long gone and his eyes had lost all of their warmth. The way they looked on so coldly, it felt like an ice storm.

I couldn't comprehend why he looked as he did. He looked like the devil himself standing there in the raging flames that engulfed his village and with all the corpses piled at his feet. He looked like the devil, but at the same time I couldn't picture him, of all people, like that.

Not him.

My heart sank and tears filled my eyes as he pulled his blood soaked sword from a woman's corpse. 

Her eyes were void of life and her arms were wrapped around another man's middle. I knew that she was lying beside her lover, her husband, the father of her child. I knew those few little facts...because the man lying by her side was my father and she was my mother.

The traitor stared at me for a long while with his now dull eyes, not doing anything whatsoever. He turned his back from me and sheathed his sword. I watched as he walked down the main road away from the village, leaving me amongst the bodies of the dead. 

I didn't know how it happened but before I knew it I laid beside my parents as well and I continued to watch, even though I knew I was dying, as he walked away from the carnage. 

Why?

Author's Note

Eh...you don't have to say anything...O.o