Darkness. That's all he could see.
King blinked his eyes, trying to clear his vision. He didn't remember what happened, but something felt wrong.

  Clearing his fuzzy and dark vision, King took notice of the little droplets of blood surrounding him. He could see his cape floating behind him, his clothes looked like they did when-

  Oh...

He remembers now.. the screams.. the blood..

  King inhaled sharply, feeling nothing but pain as the horrible memories of what happened filled his head. He screamed loudly, feeling like his head was being torn apart. "Stop! Stop it!! Please!!"  He cried into the darkness that surrounded him.

His hands went to his neck, trying to feel anything. Anything at all. But.. to his horror.. there was nothing. As King pulled his hand away, he took notice that it was covered in bright red blood.

  King let out another scream, not caring about his head anymore (for that had die down a bit). He was just a kid! Why did this have to happen to him?!

Why?!
          WHY?!
  
                WHY?!

.....

  Silence..

  King floated silently as he slowly wrapped his beloved cape around his small and frail body. He was..  "Cold.. it's so cold.. a-and dark..."

  "Cold.. dark.. And lonely..."