There was a burn within his eyes, as death seemed to stare straight within... hollow orbs of nothing. Set only by a cloak made of pure black. And the shadow of their hood, it covered each and every feature.
All except for one, those hollow orbs of nothing, eyes that seemed to hold no emotion. Like some sort of grim reaper, who came to bring death and destruction to his life.
"Please..." He begged, oh how he had begged. Tears fell from his eyes, ran down his cheeks and created stains upon that frown of his. A watery one that seemed to plead not for his own life but for those around him.
Only it was not enough, as a voice seemed to echo both quietly, in volume, but so loud within that skull of his. As he watched a body fall to the ground. Black hair stained crimson by the blood of another.
