InbredEvil

     Kira looked around her surroundings in dismay. Everything around her, everything she loved and cared for, was dead. At the top of the hill stood the one who had killed everyone dear to her, Knight.     The six year old boy stood at the top of the hill, his long, shiny white hair hanging down over his face, sobbing quietly. From where Kira stood, she could not see the tears streaming down his face, but only the blood that drenched most of his body.     It took several moments for him to finally take notice of Kira standing at the bottom of the hill. He looked at her, his face contorted in deep sadness, and whispered in a barely audibl