The dead eye and a pool of blood (Ran's house)

[Ranel Wright]

The night was cold as any Ranel had ever felt. But at that moment he neither knew that nor cared.

There was no heat here. The fireplace was as stable as the owner and lighting a fire may have been the last straw that finally brought this piece of crap house down, killing it's inhabitants once and for all.

Correction. Inhabitant. We are too late for the other one.

Ran stumbled to the mirror washing the blood and sweat off of his hands and arms into the sink. He was tired. So very tired. And yet, more satisfied than man should be allowed to be. He took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. His left eye gazed blankly like that of a dolls. Taking in nothing, comprehending nothing, caring for nothing. His right eye on the other hand, was nearly fully dilated. The eye of a madman. The eye of some monster who had just ate his fill but still wanted more.

"Ke.. ke.. ke..." The creature called Ran by some laughed, trying to slow his beating heart. And as he chucked it did slow. His heart slowed his expression softened. And for a moment, just a moment the creature called Ran slept, but did not rest.

Ran was never truly at rest.

Then his eyes where open again. His left eye still uncaring but now his right was no longer dilated. The storm had passed and Ran now looked around. At first he sees himself. Blonde haired and blue eyed. His now dead mother's pride and joy. He glances at this only for a moment then must look away. His eyes stray to the room behind him, and upon seeing (but not acknowleging) the blood soaked room in the back of his near-empty house he instantly knew what had happened.

Knew, but wouldn't comprehend.

He briefly wondered (but didn't accept) what was in there. He knew (but didn't remember) what happened. He knew that whatever was in there was dead with a dagger in it's heart. Though that was likely a final blow. It's life before was probably far less pleasant than any of us want to imagine. The only question in Ran's mind was whether it was human or not. It didn't matter either way in the end. It was his own fault for falling asleep. Ran NEVER was to fall asleep. He knew that rule in life and nothing else.

Slowly now, he falls to his knees and wraps his arms around his knees. He weeps freely for an hour (but not for the poor creature that may or may not have been human in the back. It's already gine from his mind) before having the strenth to stand up and begin clean up.

By mid day he'll have worked up the courage to pull the dagger out.

By tomorrow night he'll have disposed of the body.

The day after that, he'll be ready to look for a job.

By the end of that day he won't remember (but can't forget) that this day even happened.