~SLAM~ The door came down. Two figures in wearing masks charged into the apartment, eyes set to the room where their prize lay in wait. "Yes, in there. We'll grab some, then we can hit this stuff up," said a female's voice, in a twisted, delirious tone. Drunken with desire for that rush, the chemicals, they pressed further into the bathroom, searching for their fix. Glass had jumped up when the door was downed, and he had finally heard where the noise was coming from. The bathroom. He darted across his room to the door, hearing a female scream in pain. No, not just any female he'd soon discover. He got to his sister's room, to find her with 17 lacerations on her face, chest, and arms. Shocked into a stupor, Glass slammed open the door of the bathroom, and saw the two junkies that had smashed their way in. Lost in pure rage and remorse of his sister being so carelessly and cold-heartedly slaughtered, Glass whipped out the sling blade, impaling the first(a man) through his forehead, the blade actually going through due to Glass's adrenaline fueling his now shaking body. He turned to the other, backhanding her onto the floor, which also threw the mask to the wall and shattered it to pieces. Laying on her back, with a crazed look, his love, the woman he was to marry, glared back with a crazed look. Her eyes burned, yet were glassed over with the stream of impurity flowing through her body. Glass, in utter disbelief, muttered, "H-How...Wh-Why did...Why d-did you..." Shrieking with a wicked laughter at his feeble attempt to question her, she barked back at him, "WHY DO YOU THINK I DID IT?! I needed a way to get the stuff in. Yeah. I did it for the rush. Are you so surprised? I told you I can't be saved, though you're so sweet for trying." Looking around, she gave a malevolent grin; "It felt so good. Then tossing your sister around, it added to it. Come back to me Glass, we'll get lost in this bloodlust and chemicals toget-". Before she could finish, Glass was thrown into a relentless anger, and dug the blade into her trachea, blood spewing as if someone put their thumb over the tip of a garden hose, or like busting the side of a soda can to watch it spray. Glass then crumpled to the floor, and held her in his arms, the scarlet fluid staining everything it touched, seeping through to his very soul. "Sara...Sara...Sara..."