Ezekiel pulled the sword out of Abigail – the sword once bright and gleaming now coated deep red with lifeblood. Alexander could see it clearly - the blood-soaked sword Zeke pulled out of her.
Alex's eyes were like two bright suns that were suddenly swallowed by darkness. His heart shook violently within him, his frame trembling as his mind was still partially registering what his eyes were looking at.
His feet moved and he ran. Fast as he could as his Abigail staggered backwards, clutching her wound, about to fall. He managed to catch her just as she was falling backwards.
"A-a-bi…" Alex's lips trembled as he held her in his arms.
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