Writing Prompt For Thursday September 11th, 2014
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Why had she done that? He had hardly noticed her before this, and yet she had followed him across the country, just outside the wake of conflict he trailed behind. She really hoped she hadn’t fallen in love because of his looks. He was handsome, but he was sometimes barely corporeal. That couldn’t have been the reason. Perhaps she enjoyed what he represented. Though she didn’t feel full of blood lust or desire the division of all peoples. She supposed it could just be the resigned and defeated look on his face. This was a task he was created for, but he took no joy in it. The idea that he could feel sorrow for the humans who gladly tore each other apart, yes, that could quite definitely be it.
Whatever the reason, she looked up at War one last time. The few who had resisted his call to fight and built a weapon to kill him were already dead. War had dispatched them quickly and he now looked down on her with sad and confused eyes. ‘He looks as confused as I am. I wonder what he’ll do now?' She let out her last breath in a long sad sigh and moved no more.
She died for war, which everyone expectedFalling in love with one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse? Not exactly one of the expected repercussions of the end of the world. Neither was throwing herself in the way of the attack that might have actually killed the harbinger. But there she was, lying in an ever growing pool of her own blood, not really sure what was going to happen next. Dying during the apocalypse was expected for sure. The wars stampeding across the world had left millions dead and anyone could be the next victim. But dying to protect the very living symbol of War itself? No one saw it happening like that.
Why had she done that? He had hardly noticed her before this, and yet she had followed him across the country, just outside the wake of conflict he trailed behind. She really hoped she hadn’t fallen in love because of his looks. He was handsome, but he was sometimes barely corporeal. That couldn’t have been the reason. Perhaps she enjoyed what he represented. Though she didn’t feel full of blood lust or desire the division of all peoples. She supposed it could just be the resigned and defeated look on his face. This was a task he was created for, but he took no joy in it. The idea that he could feel sorrow for the humans who gladly tore each other apart, yes, that could quite definitely be it.
Whatever the reason, she looked up at War one last time. The few who had resisted his call to fight and built a weapon to kill him were already dead. War had dispatched them quickly and he now looked down on her with sad and confused eyes. ‘He looks as confused as I am. I wonder what he’ll do now?' She let out her last breath in a long sad sigh and moved no more.
