[Applepie]: 265.he brought the way out

The clouds thicken and a roar of thunder is heard. He stands there with a smile on his face…looking down on the ones that he had killed. He remembered that once brilliant scene where that blade slashed through their weak armour. He brought them away, took them all from pain.




The clouds opened and the angels cried. in his mind he felt alone, but he should have known he could never be. There stood a shadow behind him. He turned sharply to face them, thinking to himself… how dare they come to him for away out, for the only thing that he could give them.





He drew his blade and walked slowly towards the figure. As he came closer the figure did not run and hide like the others did. They stood tall over him. Visions of "The one" shot into his mind. Just remembering could make him fall on his knees, the one that could make him stop the madness, stop the killing… but she was dead..? He had held her as she died; he had felt the growing coldness of her body and had heard the silencing of her heart…





He raised his blade high ready to strike into her heart… but she dropped to her knees and the hood of the cloak fell to her shoulders… and she was the living dead!! He stepped back quickly and dropped his blade… "how can this be?" he screams, "how can this be?" her face now white as snow, her hair as black as the night…. she looked up at him with those once brilliant eyes and he saw the pain within them… "It is not you" he screams and raises his blade one last time and plunges it into her chest… and she collapsed motionless to the ground.





in the silence that followed he wondered, what was she? the one he thought was her… was just another human looking for a way out.