Her lungs shrieked in her chest, desperately wanting to take a breath of air. But there was no air in the red. The red consumed everything, even the oxygen she needed to breathe. The heavy blood was crushing her chest, weighing on it as she was dragged further and further into the depths of the vermillion liquid. She squirmed and fought desperately against her need to breathe, her lungs wailing their protest at the impossibly heavy compression they were forced to endure.

Her vision started to fade at the edges. With a start, the girl realized that it was a timer. It was a limit on her life. Tears tried to squeeze themselves out of her eyes, but she had no more tears left to cry.

The screams slowly settled into whispers, urging her to take a breath, to inhale and let the red consume her, to take away the pain and emotions that were ripping her apart from the inside. She fought at first, but the black that was counting down to her inevitable death slowly weakened her resolve. She was weak and broken. What was she fighting for?

She forced herself to breathe in, instantly choking on the thick liquid that greedily filled her lungs, flooding her body as she became limp. She didn't struggle or fight or scream, she simply let the red consume her body. Her eyes stared unseeingly into the endless ocean of blood. Everything would be better if she let go, if she gave in and gave her life up so that she couldn't hurt anyone else. If all she did was hurt people, why live, why keep hurting them?

Her world slowly, mercifully, faded to black as she suffocated beneath the crushing power of the limitless sea of crimson, her thoughts getting quieter and quieter as her heart beat one last time, the voices slowly losing their grip on her mind as she slipped into death's waiting arms. She floated weightlessly through the blood that consumed her, deaf and silent to the rest of the world.

Her eyes, once brown, then black, now brown again, sightlessly gazed into the distance, the scarlett fluid, representing violence and terror and death to the rest of humanity, but to her, it was the warm silence that gave her peace in her last moments.

It was the last thing she ever saw.

(A/N) *vague crashing and cursing from the distance* *trips down the stairs out of breath and covered in feathers* *waves*

Why hello

This was a wild trip (and a depressing one), but unfortunately, we are nearing the end. 

This is the last of my prewritten chapters, so I don't know how long it will take for me to write the next one (and possibly the last).

Anyway-

Have a good day/night and stay safe, babes!

-L