Wandering ((Open to all Mature perhaps??))

The forest chirped with life from birds as sunlight filtered it's way through the leaves of the forest. a boy with blonde hair and fierce red eyes stood silently in a clearing with a large bloody scythe perched on his back. "I am waiting for you" he muttered through his clenched teeth. He sighed as his scythe fell out of his hand and his hair turned from blonde to black. His overall appearance changed, and his eyes were a calm blue. "What have I done?" he said quietly as he dropped to the ground, looking over at the blood drenched scythe. "Not again...", he said in horror. "Not again!!" he screamed as he started to cry.