Spilled Blood

I laid in the grass. My eyes fluttery and closed. Peaceful. The birds chirped tunes, the leaves rustling around. I had low hope, but at least I had freedom. I would die on Earth. But, I would die on a dead Earth. The same one I'd longed for.

I sat forward, disrupting my thoughts. A creaking was coming from somewhere in the distance. I turned my head to the noise, quietly waiting.

A smear of red leads to behind a bush.

My mind rushed, and I looked frantically for Ferren. He was gone.

I hurried to check what was behind the bush, peaking. Nothing was there. A small trickle of red blood lead further into the forest.

I had followed it, unthinkingly. My eyes and body weary, half afraid of what I would find. It went deep into the forest, further then me and Ferren had gone.

It was bright against the grass. Giving a shiny, metallic sheen. Then I realised.

Ferren doesn't have red blood.

He had still been gone though, and that blood had come from somebody.

Ferren left without telling me. He obviously didn't do it purposefully.

Someone took him.