Just a quick story…I came up with this whole thing while walking home…
I tried to make it unclear at first as to what is occurring…I hope this never happens though…
Enjoy!
He smiled.
It was one of those slow, sad smiles, the ones seen on the faces of those who knew they were going to lose, and accepted it. This smile was uncommon on his face, and he knew it. He was not one to easily accept a loss.
She smiled back.
Her smile was an automatic smile, though, one that had no real feeling behind it. She just couldn't help smiling back at a person who had smiled at her. She was always smiling, especially since the time she had first met him. Ever since she had known him, she would always smile for him, sometimes only for him. She believed a smile was infectious, and it was, at least for him. Hardly smiling for anyone else, he always managed to save a sort of secret smile for her.
Then she remembered what she was supposed to be doing.
It was the cool touch of metal that brought her back. She quickly glanced down at her hands and shivered, her smile changing to a look of despair. She longed for the usually warm touch of him, but knew she could not have it. Her smile disappeared even more as her eyes wandered, taking in her surroundings. The body lying besides him was deathly pale. Her former best friend had screamed when he attacked, but when she arrived it was already too late. It was only pure luck that she was able to surprise him. It was only pure luck that she was able to stand there while he remained frozen. Only the wind, tinged with the metallic scent of blood, moved.
She looked at his face and a smile spread across her face again.
Perhaps it was the fact that he was not moving and his eyes appeared drowsy, but he appeared almost normal, despite the now peeling crimson streaks on his face. This is what made her happy, this normality despite the seriousness of the situation. Maybe he's still here, she thought. She knew though, that she was only trying to delude herself. If he was still here it wouldn't have come to this. How, after everything that had happened, after everything we have been through together, could it have come to this? Her smile faded as she wiped the tears from her checks with her free hand.
His smile changed.
It was more like a sneer now, the kind of smile won on the face of the obvious winner who is mocking his competition. She had all this time, and she had still not acted. He now knew he would defeat her. She was too weak to act, too weak to harm him. The look of insanity returned to his eyes as he began to move again.
She didn't have much time left. He was almost completely free of the magic's grasp and would soon come after her.
Shaking, she whispered "I love you" and squeezed the trigger.