Series: Pandora Hearts
Break couldn't see him.
He couldn't see the room of Pandora, colored with different shades of purple. Nor did he notice the bed he was sitting next to, his fingers only centimeters from the material spread across it. Though he once heard the light breathing of the young man sleeping there, he could no longer. Break ran in his mind, losing that reality to demons deep within.
Where he was, blood covered the walls and floor. Red stained the bottom of his boots as he hurried down the corridor, each breath he took echoing off the stone around him. The pooled liquid was leading him through the labyrinth. It was showing him where he needed to be. The red took a sharp right into a large room. Break followed, only to stop suddenly in the doorway. His breath caught in his throat as his stomach dared to spill bile onto the floor.
Limp, cold bodies lie on the floor. Each one mirrored a familiar face from the past. The Sinclair family. The ve