Snapshots of Horror

Snapshot of Horror Summery 

"We all have a little darkness in us. A broken man once said 'sometimes we have to chose between what is easy and what is right.' But is redemption really so simple? Or are we cursed to fall no matter our cause? Tsuna, I wish you knew the answer. Before you killed me." 

Prologue

"I wish I knew."

A cold dull grey building sat on a grey street as rain poured from the heavens. The heavy rain clouds refused to let up as the streets flooded and shadows darted among the downpour. It was a scene so cliche that it could have happened in a movie. At least that's what she kept telling herself. 

"Could you tell me why?"

Silence.

"Why did you-"

A dripping sounds vibrated around her. She clung to conscience even as it slipped from her fingertips. A tear trickling down her cheek. 

Footsteps approached her figure, reaching out, a warm hand - that should be cold to the touch she thought - cupped her face and brought her glazed expression upwards. Facing the culprit of her current situation, she struggled to keep the tears within. Gasping out her last words, her final vision was a wide sadist grin across the lips of her best friend (even now). 

"Why...Tsuna?" 

He leaned forward, his breath brushing against her ear in mocking endearment, and whispered lovingly. 

"Because I love you, Sora-chan."