“Live for the moment, because anything less will only bring you down.” The words slipped through her lip before she could stop them, a verbal waterfall that crashed against her companions’ ears like the unforgiving rain that fell around them; washing the earth clean of the sinners that had bled upon it.
Murderers, thieves, cowards, soldiers and heroes alike; their namesake or personal titles made little to no difference towards the Keeper as he came to collect his bounty, ignoring those who’s lungs still breathed and hearts still beat. Those standing among the dead, barely more then living skeletons, with pale skin that had been tainted by the bloodshed that surrounded them. The same bloodshed that taunted them about how far they had come, only to show them the innocence they had lost in the process. Innocence, that came with the knowledge of never having to know just how far someone was willing to go to dominate a world that as a whole should be considered an impossible feat, one no mere mortal should ever achieve. They had fought, side by side, through it all in hopes that the madman behind the deed could be stopped, could be defeated. What they had not counted on was fighting alone against a world that was already diseased and moments away from death, but for some reason or another didn’t seem to realize it.
“We are taught as children that life is precious.” A lone voice echoed over the bloodied battlefield as the moon peaked out from behind a crying cloud, it’s beams highlighting the woman who spoke as if she where shoved into a spotlight. “We are taught that mind is a terrible thing to waste.” Her voice cracking as the suppressed emotions from the fight bubble forth and find homes in her words. “We are taught that killing another is a crime that is paid for with a part of our soul.” Sad pity filled blue eyes gaze over the destruction brought upon her surroundings as a small leather entombed hand reaches out and touches her bloodied forearm. “We are taught that, but we are also taught something much more counter productive, something that rings true in those who have killed to survive.” A second, rougher female voice rings through the battlefield as the green eyed woman it belongs to glances at the destruction that soaked had soaked into the very ground before moving back towards the woman who had spoken first.
Harden green eyes meet sad blue ones as the second speaker lets out a soft sigh as the first one looks away and back towards the havoc created over one man. “What excuse is there that can justify the slaughtering of another, what possible reason is there to help someone turn a blind eye to the destruction that is being committed?” Sad blue eyes close as the tears begin to fall, tears she had not allowed herself to feel, tears that she had hidden even from herself as her sad and mournful gaze swept over the field. Standing firm, as if to ignore the decaying bodies that had once held life, the second speaker pulls the first closer to her in a attempt to divert her attention. “The same answer that completes the question we ask the most in our life.” Seeing that she had her companions’ attention, green eyes softened before the horrible answer echoed around them and the battlefield turned graveyard. “Whose life is worth more to me; mine or theirs?”
Hey all Evil here,
If you like this please give me a shout out, maybe even a comment or two. I'm trying to get back into my writting game but so far I've kind of run into a brick wall when it comes down to actually sit down with my WORD out. I'm trying out a few different styles, trying to find one that agrees with me and makes me feel more at ease so I can go with a unstoppable flow; cause I got to say that if you stop me mid-writting I'll never pick it back up again...you know who you are *cough cough* Anyways, a small comment on whether you think I did well on this entry would be nice or maybe some criticism (come on now, I can take it) to help me out of my rut.
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