1.03.2008

Step into my Nightmare

The grasp on the sword grew tighter as Tic was being dragged away. His lips had moved, whispering, but she was too far away to hear his words. It was too late to go back after the savage act she had just done. Miraye's conscience screamed inside, but she decided to ignore it. Her eyes darted from boy to shrike as the gun pointed at her. It threatened to take her life away, but somehow this didn't bother her. Deep inside, she wished to die. To escape the world of pain and suffering. For seconds she stood thinking about death, her blood dripping steadily, soaking the white of her dress. But, reality reached inside and she really had to make sacrifices in order to save her friend, and possibly prevent a war. Their lives were just a small part for a world of peace.

Peace will never be abtained, though.

"I didn't come here to argue, and I can't just stand here all night wasting my words on bastards like you." She rose her sword above ground. "But I can do something for my part to stop what might be the end of the Dark World as we know it..."
She drew back her arms, the blood dripping off the blade. "So be it..."

Miraye leaped off the floor and raised the red sword above her head. With a swift swing, she landed on the shrike and stabbed. More of the red life liquid trickled out. She hit his left lung, but was aiming for the one source that could have ended everything.

The heart. But due to her miss, a risk was to be taken.

Will she live... or will she die? A decision was to be made from the hands of the Shrike...

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