Stryfe: Broken Wings
He stood upon the edge of the building, his long hair flowing in the breeze. He looked at the destruction that lay all around him. The destruction that, he had caused. Many lay dead around him. Their lives taken from them, as a leaf is taken from a tree in the wind.
All of his life, a boy with a name had dreamed of ridding his mother city of the deep crime that ran in her veins. Now that boy stood on the rim of a skyscraper, now a man known as Stryfe.
"Stryfe!" David yelled, as he ran up the remaining stairs that led to the open roof. "Stryfe! There you are man, we gotta go, the authorities will get here any second!" As he spoke, he made his way towards Stryfe while trying to keep his brown trench coat under control. He stopped a little way from where his friend stood, awaiting some form of answer.
"Stryfe? Are you ok?" he asked.
Stryfe made no effort to face David, but replied in a calm and soothing voice. "David, I have fulfilled my purpose. I have cleansed this place. What happened today will be history by tomorrow." He paused to take a breath. "This place needs a future now." David cocked his head to one side, curious." What do you mean? I don't understand what you're saying."
Stryfe now turned to face his comrade, "I would build this place a future, but it would be tarnished with death and pain I have caused. The blood that I cost people would stain what I would have hoped to be a perfect future."
By now, David felt that something was definitely wrong, he felt a sinister sense of loss creep over him as Stryfe's words sank in."Then, what are you saying? Look, we won the fight. This place is free. Come on, let's go." He extended his hand to Stryfe and looked at him, both worried and pleadingly. Slowly, Stryfe raised his machine pistols to his own chest and shook his head slowly. His face was calm.
David's heart began to race, "No Stryfe, don't, you can't!" He began to panic. "You've been through so much!" A tear rolled down his cheek, followed by another.
Stryfe smiled and replied; "Too much." Then time seemed to slow down as he leant backwards and pulled the triggers. Bullets began to rip through his body, his white hair began to stain red.
Something in what Stryfe had said stopped David from trying to save his friend. He closed his eyes as his friend began to fall.
After a while he realised that there had been no noise since the guns had stopped firing, he cautiously crept over to the edge of the building and looked down below. There was nothing but a small white object. A feather. He frowned, trying to make sense of it all. Then, he realised, Stryfe, whoever, or whatever he was, had been dead long before that day. David looked up to the sky and whispered; "I'll build you the future."
On that day, many people claimed to have seen an angel fall from the sky, then be engulfed by a white light just before it hit the ground.
He stood upon the edge of the building, his long hair flowing in the breeze. He looked at the destruction that lay all around him. The destruction that, he had caused. Many lay dead around him. Their lives taken from them, as a leaf is taken from a tree in the wind.
All of his life, a boy with a name had dreamed of ridding his mother city of the deep crime that ran in her veins. Now that boy stood on the rim of a skyscraper, now a man known as Stryfe.
"Stryfe!" David yelled, as he ran up the remaining stairs that led to the open roof. "Stryfe! There you are man, we gotta go, the authorities will get here any second!" As he spoke, he made his way towards Stryfe while trying to keep his brown trench coat under control. He stopped a little way from where his friend stood, awaiting some form of answer.
"Stryfe? Are you ok?" he asked.
Stryfe made no effort to face David, but replied in a calm and soothing voice. "David, I have fulfilled my purpose. I have cleansed this place. What happened today will be history by tomorrow." He paused to take a breath. "This place needs a future now." David cocked his head to one side, curious." What do you mean? I don't understand what you're saying."
Stryfe now turned to face his comrade, "I would build this place a future, but it would be tarnished with death and pain I have caused. The blood that I cost people would stain what I would have hoped to be a perfect future."
By now, David felt that something was definitely wrong, he felt a sinister sense of loss creep over him as Stryfe's words sank in."Then, what are you saying? Look, we won the fight. This place is free. Come on, let's go." He extended his hand to Stryfe and looked at him, both worried and pleadingly. Slowly, Stryfe raised his machine pistols to his own chest and shook his head slowly. His face was calm.
David's heart began to race, "No Stryfe, don't, you can't!" He began to panic. "You've been through so much!" A tear rolled down his cheek, followed by another.
Stryfe smiled and replied; "Too much." Then time seemed to slow down as he leant backwards and pulled the triggers. Bullets began to rip through his body, his white hair began to stain red.
Something in what Stryfe had said stopped David from trying to save his friend. He closed his eyes as his friend began to fall.
After a while he realised that there had been no noise since the guns had stopped firing, he cautiously crept over to the edge of the building and looked down below. There was nothing but a small white object. A feather. He frowned, trying to make sense of it all. Then, he realised, Stryfe, whoever, or whatever he was, had been dead long before that day. David looked up to the sky and whispered; "I'll build you the future."
On that day, many people claimed to have seen an angel fall from the sky, then be engulfed by a white light just before it hit the ground.