Anya (Explicit Violence)

    Darkness. All around her, no matter where she looked, a black void greeted her. Rising from the cobblestone floor, the woman's eyes explored the blood splatted across her white dress. White dress? Anya never wore white. What had happened? Her head felt fuzzy. Ringing echoed through her ears. She knew she had accomplished something.. but why did it feel so bad? So disgusting and incomplete.
    Stumbling up, her heel hit metal and she jumped back startled. Grabbing a bed frame behind her to stop the fall, the woman looked down to view a knife and a trail of blood. Following it, a body laid there. His body.
    "I.. did I succeed? Is he.. really dead?" Her breath shook as she approached him, her heart fluttering in her chest. The woman placed her fingers to his neck. No pulse.