A poem fic. Someone's been beaten. Who, you ask? You decide. All I know is that it's over.
DSICLAIMER: I own no one.
You stand above me, knife in hand. I swallow.
So this is the end, you have won, I have lost.
As you stand, I wonder, How did it come to this?
Your admirers stand above you, gawking at the alien. Me.
Are you going to kill me?
What a stupid question; of course you are.
And I feel so stupid.
How could I have lost my touch?
I cannot believe I'd begun to trust you.
You! Who was my enemy!
You! Who fought me mercilessly!
You!
You.
You, who are like me in every way.
You, denied by your race, as I am with mine.
You, my enemy.
I'm a fool.
Perhaps that's true.
But, for once, I didn't feel alone anymore.
True, I had a single companion. But they could never understand me.
Not like you.
I didn't want to be alone anymore.
We both know that feeling, do we not?
The feeling of being alone, the spirit within crying out for acknowledgement.
And over the years we spent together, fighting, I felt it.
Acknowledgement.
And it was astounding.
So I fought you, for the feeling.
And I became weak. I had you in my grasp more than once.
But if I destroyed you, I would be alone again.
Empty.
And there were times I thought you'd released me for the same reason.
But how wrong I was.
You were biding your time.
You watched me break.
And then you took me when I least expected it.
You told me we could stop.
You told me.
You reached out your hand to mine to shake.
I took it.
And here I am.
I trusted you.
For once in my life, I trusted someone.
And look what happens!
I made a huge mistake.
I'm not going to do it again.
You're going to make sure of it.