HL: R2 - What Have They Done
What have I done? Oh, this I asked myself time and again;― and more times yet I ask it still! What have I done?
Look, there! They lay before me, two bodies warmth draining. Their flesh clammy, waxy, pallid in the dreary light. Their limbs shrouded in the thickness of devourous fog― intangible hands, so white, near cousins to snow, grasping at their ankles and prepared, at any moment, to drag them into this bleak abyss! And their eyes! Two sets each, one pair black as the darkest pitch, and the other deep as running crimson. Their eyes, they did not run dry and wither within the sockets, sightlessly peering into heavens too distant to see. No, these eyes saw― these eyes saw me! What have I done to these eyes to make them look at me with such deep rooted horror that it expands into the depths of my own conscious and quakes all limbs attached to my core?
There! A clue! A clue to the heinous act that now escapes me! Moisture clung