XXX+ Labyrinth of the Mad +XXX

...Again...

"Let me tell you a story. It's not quite a fairy tale." -Unknown

It was everywhere.

An ugly sight.

Unbearable and sickening. One single step and he would be walking on a corpse. What made things worse was that he knew whose corpse this was.

Fingers severely cut off.

His hand fell from his face, almost like a doll's arm falling back. His face was pale, but no one could notice under the dim light. In fact, the light made the sight look even worse. It made the room look so...vindictive.

Arms drenched with deep lines of red.

Why? He asked himself. How...? This wasn't supposed to happen. Not again. He didn't wait just for this. The punishment this time was too extreme, too drastic. He was so close. Where did he go wrong?

Leg halfway from being completely torn.

It was all over. It acted like paint, pasted on the walls as if it was a taunting decoration. He saw her face, as well as the rest of her body. It was almost unrecognizable. The monster who did this didn't even give her the chance to close her eyes. The terrified eyes that looked back at him. They accused him, as if asking him, why? Why didn't he keep his promise? Why wasn't he by her side? Didn't he say he was going to be by her side?

A hand embedded into the wall.

The truth was that he actually was by her side. He just didn't focus enough. He wasn't concentrated on the real enemy. He lost sight of himself...again.

It was all a failure.

But where did it all go wrong?

Was it the injection? Was the heart too forceful on her? Could her body actually handle it?

Was she lying when she said it didn't hurt?

No...None of that was right…

"Len," A monotone voice echoed, snapping him out of his reverie. He would have almost attacked the person if it wasn't for him realizing two dreadful things.

The voice belonged to his most loyal friend. The most sickening part was that he was about to kill her, about to become an insane murderer and traitor.

The second thing...

"How long are you going to stain your hand in that thing?"

Instantly, he removed his hand from the inside of the monster's throat. Blood spurted right at his cheek, sticking to his skin like glue. He didn't bother to rub it off. That warm feeling caused a satisfaction within him.

It was disgusting.

The brown eyes of the monster used to resemble the eyes of a little girl. Dark brown hair, innocent smile, barcode on her forearm. The only issue was the look in her eyes and the blood decorating her skin and white dress. That was the problem. It was this thing that brought this upon him. He turned his gaze towards the corpse in front of him. Her eyes were still open.

That was the only thing in his mind as he took a step forward, away from the monster, away from his loyal companion. The splashes beneath his feet made his stomach churn. He should be used to this, as this has happened so many times. But he couldn't convince himself. When he looked down, a void was created. He would never get used to this, no matter how many times the scene replayed, he wouldn't ever forget this.

He was walking on her blood.

He was nearing her, and in this close proximity, he could see the tear tracks on her face. His fingers almost flinched when he touched her. Maybe it was because he thought she would wake up any minute and give another smile. Or maybe it was because her skin was colder and paler, wet with the mixture of her blood and tears.

He gently slid her eyelids down, a goodbye never crossing his mind. He stayed in that kneeled position until his companion spoke once more.

"Enough is enough."

He abruptly stood up, turning to get out of the room with the stench of blood. The woman turned her head towards him, seeing his form through the threshold of the door.

"What you're doing will only hurt more."

The warning has fallen on deaf ears.

The urges were far too great to resist.

He had to do it again.

"This story, you see, doesn't have a happy ending. It's all about Alice and her beautiful yet deadly little veil." -Unknown