Part 1

When asked you never really remember what happened that night in the house. Just a few flashes...of silver and crimson, dark clothing, pale hands and the eyes of the very culprit. You remember waking up the hospital with the others and feeling the fire burn on your throat. Your voice was gone. Raptured, torn, sliced, however you wanted to put it...but you still had your thoughts..,you could still have the chance to ponder of something great. Just as your lungs filled and then deflated.