Sparing gone wrong

The vine quickly spread up Kat's legs, clawing around her calves. It couldn't end like this! She wouldn't let it. Closing her eyes she summoned up her strength. Her necklace, a gift from her father, began to glow. Harnessing it's power, she pulled the moisture out of the vines until they crumbled from their dryness. She froze the water she had collected into a shield and blocked the sword.

Her head was spinning now, her vision swam and faded. She wanted this to end. She broke apart the icy shield and sent the shrapnel hurtling towards her assailant.

He was immediately hit in the head. He crumbled. He started to cry. no no please he thought.

There was silence. Kat backed away slowly, tears leaking from her eyes. The pressure of the headache quickly began to mount until the pain became unbearable. She pressed her hands to her head in pain and cried out. Her knees grew weak and she felt herself collapse to the floor. She sat there, silent, motionless, for ages.

Slowly the headache faded and the darkness lifted. Kat shook her head, it felt as though she had been unconscious. Had she blacked out? What was going on?

Shakily she rose to her feet and stumbled backwards.

He saw her fall back. He tried to call to her but nothing came out. The last thing he remembered was the gate to the Underworld. He slowly bleed out and died.

Kat struggled to recall what had happened before she blacked out. She was... sparring? Yes, yes, that was it. She had been sparring with a young boy. She thought she had hurt him. When she tried to help he attacked her and... Oh, God, no.

She turned around slowly, and her eyes fell on a bloody heap of skin and cloth.

The unseen devils crept from their hiding places and laughed.

Kat rushed to the boy's side and knelt beside him. "Listen, I know it hurts, but it's going to be okay. You're going to be just fine," Her voice cracked. Tears pricked the backs of her eyes, but she forced them down. This was no time for guilt. "I've... I've got to put pressure on your wounds. I-it's going to hurt. I'm sorry," She placed her hands over one of the many wounds and pressed down with all her weight. He whimpered and she cringed.

Save him.

Blood bubbled up between her fingers. It was warm and sticky and it made her sick.

Save him!

It pooled around him on the floor, soaking the knees of her jeans.

...you can't...

Her hands grew slick from the blood. The boy had stopped making noise. His breathing was getting shallower and shallower. Kat's panic was mounting. She struggling to hold back tears. Then, all at once, the blood stopped coming. Kat sat back choking out a sob of relief. But something was still off. His breathing was becoming more and more erratic. Every once and a while his hands and legs would jerk involuntarily. Her eyes widened in fear. She had seen this before. Where...?

"Cardiac arrest!" she cried suddenly. Her shakey, blood-slicked hands moved to his chest. Taking a deep, calming breath, she began pumping his chest, rhythmically pressing against his heart. 9... 10... 11... 12... Nothing. 15... 16... 17... 18... He stopped breathing.

"No, no! Don't do this to me!" Kat cried, fighting against a sea of emotion. She tipped his head back. His chin was slippery with blood but she held it anyways. She pinched his nose, opened his mouth, pressed her lips to his and breathed for him. She drew back, returning to chest compressions. She swallowed the foul, metallic taste in her mouth as tears began to fall. "You'll be okay. You'll be okay," It wasn't working. Again, she returned to his head and breathed for him, hope quickly slipping out of her grasp. Still nothing. "Please! Please!" she said, frantically.

"Help me!" Kat screamed, hoping that someone, anyone, was close enough to hear her. "Help me, please! Someone help!" Her eyes fell on the boy's face. She watched in horror as his features relaxed.

He's gone.

Kat's heart shattered. She stared on in defeat, her lips moving soundlessly. Slowly, carefully, she pulled his small, still form into her lap and held him close. She didn't even know this boy. He was just a kid. He could've been someone great. He could've changed the world. But now...

Did he know he was going to die? Yesterday, last week, a year ago, did he know he would die so young? When he woke up this morning, did he realize that he would never wake up again? That he would never see his parents or his friends; that he would never laugh or cry, or eat, or draw, or read ever, ever again? When teachers would ask him: "what do you want to do when you grow up?" did he know that he wouldn't?

Is there a murderer here? No. ...Yes, I am.

Kat stroked his hair and planted a kiss on his forehead. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm so, so sorry,"

Monster.

Her breathing hitched.

Monster.

She began to sob.

Monster.

She pressed her forehead to his and screamed in grief and rage.

He opened his eyes and said "it's okay." Before he finally let go of this world and moved on.

OOC so, I'm endinfg the topic. There isn't that much left to say, and I don't want to deal with the details of getting rid of the body.

OOC I agree xD