This Is Called Victory
Endless darkness. Fire sweeping across the world. Cities, once thriving, now desolate and barren, all life extinguished. Whole countries reduced to ghosts of what they once were. And this is called victory.
Two years ago, my friends and I defeated Overlord. That was the end. That should have been the end. End of the line, closed book, happily-ever-after. Except that never happens. Overlord's army lived on. While there are people to carry his cause onwards, his presence would remain. In the dark shadows, the levelled streets, the fallen warriors. Many people have died. But they are the lucky ones.
We are hiding. Hiding in possibly the last stronghold of humanity. Villains and heroes alike, hiding in what was once known as H.I.V.E, before it was bombarded to the ground. Now it stands again, soon likely to fall. It is hard to remember the joy I once felt here.
At least some friends are by my side. Wing, my brother in soul, the deadly, hardened warrior. Shelby, once playful, now cold and distant. Laura, the love of my life, and the one who has changed the least. But every one of us has changed forever, colder, more distant. Slaves to the need to survive.
I remember Franz as we open our survival rations. Franz, cheerful, friendly Franz. Death came quickly to Silent Death. He died protecting Nigel, who had fallen in the Battle Of G.L.O.V.E HQ. Both dead now. We never found their bodies.
Nero's face flashes before my eyes. Our leader. He was killed by the leader of our foe. Overlord's third brother, the most destructive weapon ever made. He has no name, just the Enemy. The Enemy started the apocalypse, when he was released.
Nuclear missiles fired at every major city in the world. Our weapons turned against us. All our computers destroyed, absorbed by the Enemy. H.I. sacrificed himself for us, deleting himself before he could be turned. Now I envy him, not having to look out upon this barren Earth. Our pathetic army, the last of humanity.
The sound of buzzing overhead reverberates through H.I.V.E. The Enemy have arrived. I turn to Laura.
"Best get it over with," I say tiredly.
She kisses me on the cheek.
"Indeed," says Laura," See you on the other side."
We kiss again, for the last time. Then I stare towards the door, where The Enemy awaits. They will not have the satisfaction of capturing me. I shall fight. Death or victory, I think grimly, as I march towards the door, towards my death.
A/N: My first dark story. Please review, and tell me what you think!
This is a one-shot, though more fics may come like it. I'm supposed to be on hiatus, but shh! Don't expect this often, but the idea was consuming.