We cannot bear to regard ourselves simply as playthings of blind chance; we cannot admit to feeling ourselves abandoned.
-Ugo Betti, Struggle till Dawn, 1949
-Prologue-
-Seventy-Two-
It had only been seventy-two hours and she had already messed up. Years of preparation, years of training, years of taking it slow, gone. All gone in just a mere seventy-two hours and counting...
It had been a trap; she had been expecting one, not now, years from now. It would have been a surprise. She'll be the only causality involved. No one would have mourned her. She was fine with that…but now, seventy-two hours and fifteen minutes later, her men were the only dead, and she was the one mourning. It wasn't fair. She had to die. She had to endure the hate and anger, the blame…she swore she'll protect them. And now, they were dead. What would be the point of guarding ashes now? None of her men were left…they had all turned to ash, forever lost in the explosion that shook this small town. No one to protect, no one to blame her…all just gone.
Now, only seventy-three hours have passed, and her only hope remains in reaching her goal…the goal she had been given seven years ago, the goal that she'll carry, until she was ready to die…the mission she took for her sake. For her protection. Because, only she mattered now…
"'Claire fell down', that's the message. I hear dat and everythin' ends, okay, Farron?"
"Yes…you have my word…as long as you keep yours."
They were gonna die, Thudar knew it. They were stuck in this infernal wasteland. Surrounded, actually. Guns all around, ready to shoot at any given moment. Not that it bothered Captain here; she was too busy glaring daggers at that gorgeous blonde to complain about the amount of lead that was about to enter her body. But, then again, if said gorgeous blonde had not ordered their death so animatedly perhaps Thudar would be glaring, too. Unfortunately, the rifles were making that job a little too difficult for him to do; because you just can't ignore a gun to your face.
"Well, Captain…any last words? Perhaps, a declaration of defeat?" Blondie asked, looking smug.
"Go to hell."
Real smooth, Captain…real smooth.
"Ah…and I thought I could come to an agreement with you, Farron, but it seems I was wrong."
"Selling myself to you, you mean? Hardly what I call an agreement, Nabaat," the Captain spat, sounding dangerously pissed. That gorgeous bitch wasn't impressed, not that she should be. She had the guns after all.
"Captain, captain," Blondie scolded, as if talking to some child. "you were always so simple minded, weren't you? So…good at hiding behind masks," she snapped her little fingers, and the guns were in position. One shot, two kills. "But, the time of hiding is over…and well, goodbye." Blondie only glanced once, before the first shot sounded.
I have done it...I have so **** done it now! I should be working on some other stories that need to get finish, but no! Here I am, making a new story...alas, I feel so bad...but, then again...I havent been so inspired lately, and this story is the only one that came to mind...I'm still working on the details, but depending on the reviews this gets and my own imagination, I might update it...I might not.
Now, this story, I will be changing points of view often(not first person pointsofview), just so you know. for example, this chapter was done from the POV of my OC, a central character of this story. During some chapters, the POV will change between these two main characters; some things will be said differently from others, and so on.
Summary: Lies. Betrayals. A conspiracy. Everything is related…the end of the world is coming…no one can save us now. AU. Multiple Crossover.
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EDIT: 12/9/10, Fix some errors, added a few more words.
