He stares up at the crazed woman, fear striking his heart as he meets her gaze. Her eyes held a certain fondness, yet that was easily overpowered by the insanity in her eyes.
  One, an icy blue that pierces ones soul with fear at its mixture of coldness and insanity.
  The other a swirl of a deep red that looks similar to blood and a dark, chocolate brown.

He once knew the woman before it all happened. He remembered her beautiful, chocolate brown eyes. The way they shone gold in the sun.. or the way they looked when she looked at the sunset.. they'd become a sunset subset of their own.

  But now, all of that is gone. The woman he once knew, and loved, was gone... And he blamed himself for it. He knew he could have done better. He knew that he should have tried harder to fix her.

  But it was too late...

  The woman, Alcina, stared down at him with a grin so wide that it almost looked as if her face would rip open if it got any wider. In her hand, was an already bloodied piece of medical equipment.
  He knew that it was the end, so he didn't struggle. He didn't even bother to try... he would be broken either way.