Grey wanted to cry but he couldn't.
There was a sword in his eye!
Grandpa's words flew past his ears but the last part of it decided to stay.
Still, he couldn't think properly. His thoughts were obscured by the blinding pain in and it hurt so much!
He moved his hands, trying to remove the sword and Grandpa was so kind enough to help him do it... twisting and turning it in the eight year old's eye socket, bringing more pain and screams.
In one swift motion, grandpa brought the sword to Grey's neck and separated his head from it, ending his life.
The eight year old's head was cut cleanly at the edge, enough for it to flip over and stand perfectly, looking at Grandpa with a soulless expression, an emotion of confusion etched onto his one good eye.
"I should finish him off, quick." Grandpa said those words with a slightly fearful tone as he slashed once again, his aim being Grey's other eye...
...but he was too late.
