Prompt: Capture
Character: Aelita
Details: n/a
Words: 100
How appropriate it is that she is the last one standing. Doesn't it usually happen this way?
Nobody will miss her when her purpose was fulfilled.
She is, after all, just a fragment of humanity wedged awkwardly into a generation in which she does not belong.
She stands tall, hands clasped in front of her, as the enemy stares at her eagerly, awaiting the simple action that will end her once and for all. They stand like a wall, with no way around or through. This is the end right here.
She falls as she crosses to accept her defeat.