Blood Is Thicker Than Water
The blood on his hands dripped into the water. The sound of the first drop falling had startled him, as the surrounding forest was dead silent. But now, as he stared dazedly at his bloody hands, he found tranquility in the steady drip, drip, drip. He crouched down and fully submerged his hands in the ice-cold lake, watching the hot blood swirl off and stain the clear water. The blood on his hands wasn’t his.