The Lost Slayer

Five dark years
Filled with evil.
With madness.
With fear?
No fear.
Five dark years
Have passed.
I'm still waiting.
I am a hard shell, poised and ready.
To spring.
Then they bring another in.
August, her name is.
The Slayer.
But I'm the Slayer.
Am I the Lost Slayer?
To put things right, she says
She has to kill me.
No one kills me.
Are things that bad outside?
I won't be killed.
We fight.
Fight to the end.
That's what she wants.
She loses.
August falls.
I watch her fall.
I killed her.
My hands are tainted with her blood.
No.
I cannot take this.
I take something sharp.
Something deadly.
I slice it across my neck.
It's not enough.
I make myself fall to the floor.
Fallen.
Like August.
As I lie in wait.
For the evil.
I know I am truly lost.