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If you are looking for a story with a happy ending, turn away now. This is a twisted story of how the darkness of mankind destroyed the world from the point of view of one who came in near the end and saw for her self humanity's twisted and well-deserved end.
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Lilith wandered around aimlessly in the street, not daring to wander too close to the edge of the pool of harsh orange light or too close to the edge of the dirt road. She knew exactly where she was, but didn't know when it was or why she was there. Nor even how she got there. She was terrified. Terrified of the sounds in the eternal night, terrified of the few people she had come across, terrified because as much as she hoped that it was, it was not "just a dream." She had come too close to death and felt too much pain for it to be "just a dream."
She eventually stoppped pacing the circle of light and sat huddled in the middle of the road, her knees hugged to her chest. She shook and wept and wished that she had her normal life back, rather than living in the twisted nightmare her world had become.
A time passed, though it felt both long and short to poor Lilith. Time was hard to tell in that desolate world where neither the sun nor moon would ever rise and light the darkness again. But eventually, she fell asleep where she sat, still huddled in her fear, and dreamed of the last moments of her old life.
Lilith was sitting on the edge of a bench on her team's side of the soccer field texting her boyfriend. She payed no attention to the screams and shouts and chants that emanated from the stands behind her as the two teams that were playing that day struggled to make a goal. She had seen enough of the game to know that her coach would send her in during the second half. She was the best on the team at scoring and was often left as a trump card. Sure enough, a few minutes later, the coach called for her.
"Lilith! Put that thing away and get your a** on the field!" the large man shouted, a vein of frustration pulsing on his neck.
"I'm goin', coach..." she sighed and slipped her cellphone into her bag. She tied up her long dark blue hair, recently dyed, and jogged out to her place on the field. Loud cheers erupted from her team's side of the stands, confident in victory now that their trump card was on the field.
She scored a few goals, prompting more cheers from the stands, before she lost the ball to the other team. She started to run back to where she would try and steal the ball before they tried to make a goal, but she never got there. A rogue kick caused the ball to strike the back of her head, hard. She staggered and fought to remain conscious, darkness eating at her vision. A collective gasp came from the crouds, one Lilith couldn't hear because her ears were filled with a loud buzzing. As she fell into darkness, she saw people run towards her but she never knew if they made it to her or not.
Lilith awoke in the nightmare world, curled up on her side, tears still streaming down her face. Though these were tears of sadness and not fear, tears of longing for her old life and her last memory of it. She had woken up in the world she found herself in now after recovering from being hit by the soccer ball. She shuddered at the memory, it scared her to remember it.
Blinking suddenly, she noticed that she was near the edge of the light cast by the overhead street lamp. Then she noticed the tugging on her legs, which were numbed by some poison that was slowly spreading up her body.
 Kargoroc · Fri May 28, 2010 @ 12:22am · 0 Comments |
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