Do You Really Want the World Destroyed?
Jeremy stumbled to a tree, leaning heavily on his makeshift crutch, slouching against the tree, and slumped so he was sitting, his injured leg stretched out. He looked up at me, with a small smile.
"I have a feeling your one question is going to turn into many. So I might as well sit down-" the blond muttered, looking around, "-although I may never get back up again."
He was right, I realized, I wanted answers. And I wasn't about to let this easy solution slip between my fingers.
I adjusted my glasses, and sat criss-cross a few feet away from the injured blond.
"For my first question-" I started, drawing a small smile from him, I scowled back, "-why were you and the others fighting to stop such an intelligent being?" This drew a slightly exasperated shake of the head from him.
"It would have destroyed the world, Herve." He answered. I raised an eyebrow. "Is the human race really so corrupted they can't see a threat? No matter how subtle we try to keep it? Do they really want the world destroyed? Do you want the world destroyed?"
PLEASE READ
Hi, this is Armin-05. This is my first story, and I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. Criticize please, but don't hate. I don't even know if I'm author-noting this right. Or doing the right thing for skipping lines.
Any help is appreciated, even if I don't reply. I'm lazy like that.
I saw a good description with a story promising to be great, and this popped into my head. I'll leave it to your imagination what happened before this part of the story. Hope you enjoy.
