Drakkoniss
Creative! Constructive!
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Now... where was I? So easy to kill, these days... a mere pull of a trigger, a thought gone astray... dead. Dead without even having meant to, sometimes it's so easy... Such a beautiful, fragile, tiny little thing, a human life... so easily broken, rent asunder in a fit of rage, or by random chance... The guilt one feels after killing their first.. the horror, the grief... especially with who it was. Immeasurable, crushing, horrible feelings. Heartwrenching pain, pain worse than that of the actual death, itself. A horrible, wretched, sad thing to kill in such a way... quote:
They’re both dead. The thought ripped through Jessa, and the adrenaline of the chase wore off. She eased down into a curled up position against the wall. A car drove down the dark street, momentarily breaking the silence before it set in again. The shock was wearing off too, and Jessa took a deep, shuddering breath. Tears welled up in her eyes, and before she could do anything she was sobbing quietly. Oh, the sorrow and pity I feel, reading this, for such a young child to have to face life from such a possition, even as I know such things could happen in reality, I mourn your loss as it is writen. Aye, a Smasher you are, and one you shall be, even as the sun rises each day, so too shall you remain so untill you die... Though for all we know, the sun may not rise some time soon, with all the power in humanity's hands, now... Again, I lament that she had not more forethought before running away. :/ At least, though, there is yet hope. Hope for her, and for so many others in these times of super powered might and the death and destruction wrought thereby.
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