Damage

Blood.
The sweet emanation fills the air.
The walls.
They show shadows.
They reveal the horror of events.
Crimson red staining every corner.
No light comes in.
There are no windows.
No doors.
Trapped.
A figure stood.
Claret staining his clothing.
Eyes not their same blue.
The gentle, calming blue that he was so known for.
His eyes were a demented red.
His eyes were flaming.
A burning fire that couldn't be tamed.
His eyes were locked down on the scene in front of him.
Body parts were everywhere.
Of a little girl.
The corner of his mouth curved into a sick and twisted grin.
And suddenly, a maniacal laugh was released from him.
This was the night.
When Jasper Caede.
Was damaged.