Cain & Abel

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The grey haze clearing his view, he rolled his head forward, pupils floating into the centre of his eye. He propped his body up on his hands, but feeling slickness on his right hand, he lifted it to his eyes. Filled with horror, he pulled his hand back and stared at it. Red. Blood red. His hand was covered in blood. He was sitting in a pool of blood. His eyes frantically flew around his surroundings, searching for some clue of what had happened. They came to rest upon a body, static, bloodied, face down. He gasped and ran to the corpse, but stopped quickly, as a loud clatter behind him made him turn. Falling from the counter near him, a bloody knife lay on the floor. He stopped and stared at his crimson hands, his eyes bulging out of the sockets.
“What have I done…?” he moaned as he fainted.

“Wake up. Please wake up! Hey! Yes, that’s right, open your eyes. Yeah, that’s it,” the voice said. He raised himself off the floor and stood for a moment, callin...