The War
Disclaimer: Character are not mine, nor is the idea of the war. Only the plot belongs to me.
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It was
the war of all wars and they were torn apart and split in half in two
They knew
each other from afar, hated each other up close, and were the
messengers in between
He could
not fight because he was the prize, the beauty, the one to be
preserved
She could
not fight because she was a girl
They
wanted to be a part of this war of all wars, to help, to fight, to
win, to bleed
So they
were the messengers, carrying words from one battlefield to the next
When they
crossed paths, they glared, spat on the others' feet, looked in the
opposite direction
Each side
wanted the other because with the other gone, they had the advantage
He was
told not to fight because, if they were to lose, he would carry out
their legacy
She was
told not to fight because there was no reason she should
He yelled
at the men who did poorly
She
dressed the wounds of her friends in need
He wanted
his side to win
She wanted
the war to end
To him, he was god. To him, he was king. To him, he was the best. If he were put into battle, he would wipe out everyone on the opposing side. He would win it all if they would let him. He was beautiful. He was pure. His family went back thousands of years and they wanted him to start it all over should it ever end. To him, she was dirt beneath his feet. To him, she was a toy to be played with and discarded when he was through.
To her, she was normal. To her, she was bookish. To her, she was simple. If she were put into battle, she would help. She would use her wit and her brains to achieve what they could not. She was plain. She was good. She had not been accepted into this world by the old families but was loved by the new. To her, he was a disgusting, perverted, shallow rat. To her, he was a little boy who should be seen and never heard.
But he was stronger than she and in the long of the short of it when push came to shove and he went against the rules and fought for his side because he knew he could win and proved he could win he stole her away from the opposing side when they weren't looking so he could prove that he was more than just a beautiful boy who would carry on the legacy of thousands of years
She knew she would be alright.
She was
put in a room with no ceiling
She was
put in a room with no floors
She was
put in a room with no windows
She was
put in a room with no doors
She was
put in a room which was dark
She was
put in a room which was damp
She was
put in a room which was soundproof
So no one
knew she was there
She knew she would be alright.
Everyday he would come to see her to watch her to listen to her cry to gaze at her in wonder and ponder her life and how anyone could think she was so amazing and smart and fantastic and friendly when she was the newcomer who couldn't know anything about the life they had lived for thousands and thousands of years before she had come and spoiled their fun and really, wasn't that what the war was about anyway?
They found
themselves falling in love
She loved
him from afar, needed him when he was gone, was always lonely without
him
She hated
him up close, wanted him to go away, cried whenever he was near
He was
quite the opposite
He loved
her together, found watching her to be comforting, was sane in her
presence
He hated
her from afar, wondered how he could feel this way, she was nothing,
not anything
Everyday in the room with no ceiling and no floors and no windows and no doors he would stand and inch closer to her and she would move an inch further away and we he left the room with no ceiling and no floors and no windows and no doors she would run after him and stop just as he was slamming the door in her face and she would fall to the floor in tears for lack of him for lack of her friends for lack of being needed by people for lack of using her smarts to get her out of the mess she was in
And one day she was free.
There was
a room with no ceiling
There was
a room with no floors
There was
a room with no windows
There was
a room with no doors
The room
disappeared
And became
a giant terrain
And in the
far off distance
She could
see the small tents
Of the men
on her side of the war
And she
walked slowly toward them
Tired from
lack of sleep
Her
friends ran to her
They threw
their arms around her
Happy to
find her safe and with them again
He watched from the distance, hating that she was gone, hating that she had left when he gave her the chance, wished that somehow, something would keep her from leaving.
And years later when the war was done not because her side had lost or his side had lost but because they realized that there was really no point to their sick little game and they had gone off and lived their own lives, they saw each other again. She stood on one side of the line and he stood on the other and they watched each other intently while pretending not to see. And when he turned away she did what she always did and ran after him but this time she caught up with him because there was no door to be slammed in her face and before she could reach out and catch his arm he turned around and stopped her short and before he could yell at her for leaving, for leaving him miserable for all those years, for tearing his heart out and stomping it to the ground she did what he could not.
She knew she would be alright.
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A/N: As there is no definite ending, I would love to know what you think happens. Do they stay together or fall apart? All feedback is greatly appreciated, but I mostly want to know what you think happens in the end. Thanks!