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ChoicesSo again it has come to pass. We spilt the precious blood of our kin. Two guards lie dead and silent on the floor of the tent. Several others fix their empty and yet accusing gazes up to the dawning sky and beyond the boundaries of the world. As many others before them, they stood in our path – and we dispatched them. A dull echo of remorse resonates faintly somewhere deep within my soul at the realization of how easy it was. For me, anyway.More Like This
There used to be times, when shedding our kin's blood would be an alien concept to us, something beyond our imagination. But those times seem so distant now... We used to be so innocent, centuries ago. I
Archetype The man holds a grimy hand to her mouth and whispers something I can't hear. She squirms against the alley wall, and she shrieks, muffled through fingers. I pull out my gun.More Like This
"Stop! Police!"
The man's face jerks my way, and I look to his forehead. In the late evening darkness, glowing from his bald scalp is a violet tattoo: an X overlying a large circle. He's a Delinquent Archetype. A Thief.
"Step away from the woman!" I walk closer.
The Thief's eyes widen at my gun, but without missing a beat, he puts the girl between us and pulls her close. He has a knife pressed against her breast, where the tip pierces her blouse.
"Y
Sudden Midnight BreakthroughsHe's beautifully broken.More Like This
She's an ugly mess.
He sees her as another though,
with a heart of hope,
and her eyes filled with aspirations
that could one day reach the sky.
He promised her the world.
He promised her the ability,
to touch the stars
with her fingertips,
standing on her toes
She remained hesitant
but reached out to grab his hand,
he took hers in his,
before she could catch her breath,
they locked their eyes,
and knew
that their past was finally
in the past,
and only to stay in their hearts
together at last, they mourned
their once indifferences.
This is who
they were,
and who
they were to
become.
Sta.sh
