Title: Weakest link
Summary: He always searched for the weakest link and the easiest way to destroy
Warnings: Slight Slash
Unsure if I should keep this an One-Shot or make it a bit longer. Please tell me what you think.
Sorry for mistakes I'm not a native speaker
Enjoy!
Weakest Link
There are many ways for Pollution to destroy. He could use acids for organics. Mercury and petroleum, poisons who would first kill the environment and then every creature coming in contact with it. Still it wasn't the chemical compounds, who could leave the world sick and dying, he was the most proud of. It was the fact, that all he'd need to destroy, to free the earth from every sign of
a human regime was a lot of water and and a lot of time. He could watch it corrode, could watch everything corrode, slightly smiling to himself cause he had found the weakest link and the easiest way to destroy. Then when they'd be dead and left a lifeless world he'd sit down and watch the sky, bleeding in such a beautiful red. The sunset he made were magnificent. They were sick, unhealthy and poisonously, but they bathed the world in so many different shades of red, humans had problems to define them exactly, also if they tried. Pollution sighed. It was only human, that they couldn't stop trying to apprehend the world, but he was a bit upset that they didn't saw the beauty he had created for them. No, instead of watching the planet dying, and it was one of the best deaths he would ever had managed, they were chatting and blabbing, about how they need to stop the pollution. He snorted. They couldn't stop him. He wouldn't let them. They could try, and they would but it was useless until they'd realized, that the only reason he got so famous the last 200 years were themselves. It was funny to see them helping him. Slightly smiling he thought back on the invention of the car. How much faster things went since that time. He had founded a totally new way to destroy, and it was so easy. Humans really were helpful sometimes, not only for him.
War cheered when the Americans detonated the first nuclear bomb. She always seemed to have a slightly flush, he remembered, the whole last century. The hydrogen bomb. Agent Orange. So many wars with so many deaths. A century soaked with the blood of innocent. He smiled weakly. Golden times. Famine was happy too. Basically war wasn't necessary for famine, but it sure helped. Still the he liked the 21-century even better. The best, he told Pollution one day, wasn't when they died cause there wasn't any food. The best was when they died, when there was food. He laughed loudly when he said it, as if he made a joke no one but them understood. He have a nice laugh, Pollution remembered. Deep like his voice, buzzing in his ears whenever he laughed. He really liked that laugh, he decided. And he really liked Famine. Normally he stopped his thought at that point. There wasn't any problem with loving neither with love. Nobody forbid it, and who, he smiled dangerously at this point showing gum, would dare to. It also wasn't the point that Famine might reject him. He liked him too, he could tell from the glance he sometimes throw the thin boy and the thoughtful expression in his eyes, every time Pollution smiled dreamy at him. He really didn't saw any problems on this side. The only thing that kept him from kissing Famine every time he laughed that deeply, buzzing laugh, was the knowledge he just was searching another weak link. The weakest link to destroy Famine was himself and it didn't matter if he really loved him. He was Pollution. There were so ways many for him to destroy. There were also so many reasons he had to.
