Entwined…
Prologue
Death. She couldn't truly comprehend it, or understand it. It just happens. She tried picturing it, imagining it, but nothing could have possibly prepared her for this. The cold, heart stopping feeling. The way her breath froze, her scream getting stuck on its way up her throat. The sudden realisation that… it was over.
Funny isn't it, how death could be everywhere and still not affect us, like some mythical phantom, prowling in the shadows, preying on silent victims. You hear about it but you don't actually believe it, until you finally see it in action, realising just too late, trying to reach out and stop it in its tracks, but when death wants something you can't really stop him, not on your life. You can't do anything but watch the once sparkling eyes full of life, slowly drain, losing its lustre, losing its warmth and love. Just another dead person. One among many, and soon she was going to join them… she hoped against hope that she was the last to fall tonight, that her life wouldn't be for waste, that she had accomplished something and that son of the devil would finally stop.
Humans were such fickle creatures, so easy to divide and turn on each other. Always looking for someone to blame, someone to fight, someone to love and hate. Crazy isn't it. It doesn't matter if we were born on the same day, shared a last name or the same experiences. It's so easy to forget. She'd always grown up hearing 'hate' made men do crazy things, but now she understood, it wasn't hate really but love that made men crazy. For without love, what would be worth fighting for? Although, she guessed, a better question was, "what would be worth dying for?"