Time’s Up

One minute left. That’s how much longer it’ll take for him to snap. To break loose. To free that demon battling inside of him. It’s tough…Enduring insults and trying to reign in that beast. 55 seconds left. He zones out their insults.

“…he’s nothing but a mistake from a party. I don’t know why he wasn’t aborted. He’s stupid enough already”

Whoops. Fast forward 30 seconds. Silence. 20 seconds left. He stands there, surrounded by children his age, as well as adults. He is alone. No one wants to stands by his side. After all he didn’t do it. It was none other than….

“… He’s a disgrace.” someone spat out venomously.

10 seconds. He stands still, unmoving. 5 seconds. They all begin to slowly close in. 1 second…. Time’s up. A gunshot rings out in the still silent air. No one dares to move an inch. Some are frozen in some pretty amusing positions. One person walks through the crowd. They part and make a path for him/her. The gender is unknown. The strangers face was wrapped in a royal blue cloth. Their attire was baggy jeans, cowboy boots and a man’s shirt. The stranger takes off the cloth from around his/her face.

It’s a girl.

“Tell me this” she begins, turning in a circle, “all of you know who I am, I’m positive”

Her words are met with silence.

“Then why do you dare to hurt my brother. What do you have against him?”

Her words are met with silence once more.

“Tell me” she says silently, threatening.

“I killed someone” the boy says. “She played with my emotions and my emotions got the better of me”

“Well I think she deserved that. Ungrateful *****”

By then, the crowd had already thinned out. No one wanted to risk the wrath of her. They knew all about her killing sprees that usually happened when she was livid. Yet no one knew exactly what the cause of her anger was. One by one everyone left… until it as just her and the boy

“You’re a disgrace” she spat out, “you can’t even defend yourself.”

The boy said nothing. He continued to stare at his sister as she stared angrily at him.

“So what, you have nothing to say?” she shouted at the boy.

“Amanda, shut up.” The boy said.

“No, John, you shut up.” Amanda shouted right back at him.

Both stared angrily at each other. Amanda, having the impatient nature, struck out first, slapping her brother on his face. A red hand print was clearly seen on his pale face. John stood still, not even flinching and his actions angered his sister even more. Unable to help it, John let a smirk fall on his face.

Amanda’s face was turning redder by the second.

“I hate you, John Maxwell” Amanda shouted in rage.

“Yet I still love you, Amanda Swine.”

“I thought you were brother and sister?” a small voice comes from the distance.

Amanda is frozen in her spot by John’s confession and becomes even more alarmed at the sound of the little girl who makes herself known.

John bends down to the little girls level and looks her in the eye.

“The reason why Mandy here calls me her brother because she loves me romantically, but yet she refuses to see the truth and is stuck believing that she loves me as a sibling and not a lover.”

“Well she’s missing out.” The little girl said, “If it were me, I’d take you home and have my way with you,” the girl said with a wink.

Appalled, John asked the little girl where she heard that phrase because he knew that she couldn’t have come up with it on her own.

“Daddy says it to mommy every night,” the little girl replied.

With a chuckle, John ushers the little girl towards the direction of the village centre and tells her to go home. Meanwhile, Amanda stood still, unmoving, clearly having heard what John said to the little girl.

“Well, I’m going. You coming, swiney?” John teased and began his journey towards another village.

In pure frustration, Amanda, unsheathed a dagger she kept in her shoe and threw it at John. After all, the only reason she came was a kill him, as per orders. Not expecting the dagger, John tried to duck and spin out of the way but apparently only made things worse. Instead of the dagger piercing his lower back, it went through his left side, through his ribcage and straight to his heart.

He didn’t even get time to acknowledge what had happened because the blackness had already overtaken him.

He was dead.

Amanda stared in horror at what she had done and without thinking, stabbed herself with the same dagger she had used to kill the guy she loved.

“I love you, John Maxwell. I’m terribly sorry I didn’t realise this sooner.”

With those last words she collapsed next to the man she loved. It just so happened that she grasped his hand before the blackness consumed her.

Many passed to and fro the path where they both died. All that could be seen was a pair of skeletons holding hands and it appeared as though someone had dug the ground around their bodies leaving a natural pedestal that displayed their bodies.


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