A Better Place
And he threw her on the ground next to the cliff's edge. He kneeled down next to her to make the killing blow as she got a shocked and terrified look on her face. The cliff was crumbling beneath her. The cliff was actually a very steep hill. The rain and the force of her being driven onto the ground made the ground very loose and muddy enough to crumble. The ledge crumbled and she was falling, she grabbed his jacket and yanked him down with her.
As they fell and rolled with mud getting all over them and making it very slippery, they fought and grabbed at each other, hoping to get the upper hand. She was on top, then he was, then she was again, then he was, over and over it happened. The next thing she knew was sharp, blinding pain in her shoulder. She must have wretched it out of her socket as she was falling. She was lying on her side, the lower half of her body in the small creek at the bottom of the cliff.
It was still raining. She rolled over onto her back and turned her head to the right. There he was standing, half his body hunched over, grimacing in pain. One hand at his side clearly broken, the other half was up and holding a gun pointing at her, as she stared on. Suddenly adrenaline shot through her, making her stand up and lunge at him, the hidden knife in her sleeve coming out. She knocked the hand with the gun to the side, blocking him from shooting.
The hand with the knife going straight for his throat. She shoved it in. Pulled it out and just stared in shock as he went down, dead in an instant. Gun tumbling from his hand to fall in front of her. Knife falling from her hand as nothing was holding it against gravity. She stared at his fallen form for minutes then at the hand that killed him in shock. The rain had already washed the blood from her hand. She fell to her knees as the rain started pouring harder. She yelled screamed her grief loudly. Tears now flowing at an astonishing rate from her eyes. Hit the water making it splash.
The rain poured harder, thunder boomed its rage, the lightning flashed as if to convey all that she was feeling. She killed her lover, friend, brother. And I stared on knowing it was going to happen and what was about to happen. Stared as I was her falling then reaching for the gun. I would not allow my grief to become known as it would solve nothing now and I would have time later. Later.
A shot rang through the stormy night. No one knowing or hearing what had happened except one. She could not, would not live without her lover at her side. I looked to the side as two little children walked up to the bodies. The boy, a few years older then the girl. They looked at me, he waved, she smiled a shy smile and giggled. They turned around as one and grabbed each others hand and faded away. I knew they were happy at last.
I watched on as they lowered my sister's and her fiancé's coffins into the ground and smiled a small happy smile for I knew. I heard someone whisper behind to a friend saying I didn't care my sister was dead. I was smiling how dare I smile at my sisters funeral. Then the little boy sitting next to them, turned to them and said of course I was smiling, why would I not smile. My sister was in a better place with the one she loved and I knew he was right.
I knew.