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“His vesture was dabbled in blood—
and his broad brow, with all the features of the face,
was besprinkled with the scarlet horror.”
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It was hard to tell, in the pulsing red glow of the bathroom, where the blood ended and the room began. It was tacky beneath his boots where it lay cooling on the tile floor. He panted through the haze of rage clouding his vision, fists clenching at his thighs.
“It’s you,” they murmured, one shaking hand rising up to weakly gesture toward the man. Both arms wore gloves of crimson, dripping like so much wet paint.
“My g-god, it’s you .”
The other man did not answer, only crouched down until he was at eye level.
“No, please —,” their feet scrabbled against the slick floor, slipping on their own blood to ricochet painfully off of the toilet bowl and back against the wall. They whimpered and panted, ribs heaving and breath huffing through their nose like a wounded stag. Their hair, plastered to the wall in splayed, wet clumps, were its two great antlers.
“I am only sorry…” the man began, tone belying no emotion.
“... that I cannot do more .”