Scent of murder

The air smelt of blood. It silently drifted to me, whispering danger and caution as I rumbled down the path towards Steven's house. Then, I saw it through the corner of my eye. The smell of blood thickened, intoxicating me in it's brick walls, forcing me down on my knees. Stumbling down the plateau, I reached the source of death. A mangled body lay, half covered in reeds. Apprehensive as I was, I knelt down beside the body. The corpse of a young boy, too young to have died so soon. I pulled the boy's hat off, revealling him. Steven.