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He'd never noticed how telling eyes could be. It was too late now, the information was useless to him. It was like he was paralyzed, his legs, arms, eyes, all trapped. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him as his mind struggled to process and comprehend the sight before him
Long blond hair was drenched in blood. It fanned out around her head, like an angel. If her eyes were closed, he could pretend that she was just sleeping or pretending, trying to scare DJ. She isn't. Not anymore, his mind whispered to him. But her eyes were open. Mischievous glances around, a gleam shining in her enchanting, blue eyes. Those eyes were now glazed over with the lifeless sight of death.
Her body was covered in blood and burns, bent in strange ways. Her face was left unmarked, presumably to make sure her identity was discovered. Desperately, he turned to avoid the gruesome sight. He went to his knees at the new sight, ignorant to the blood soaking through the knees of his jeans.
Like hers, his shaggy dark hair pooled around his beaten face. He wasn't sure if he preferred her flawless features or his broken skin. He was terrified to look at his eyes. His green gaze, always vivid and intense, shining with intelligence and darkness and life. As he looked at his eyes, he knew immediately that he preferred her sightless look compared to his empty, blind eyes. He trembled as his torturous mind conjured images of his eyesight being cruelly ripped away from him in his last moments before the painful death that awaited him
Screaming his agony to the Heavens, Wyatt Halliwell wept next to the body of Melinda and Chris Halliwell.