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If I could beg one thing of my childhood, it would be this: please stay a while longer. One last game. One last song. One last time playing pretend in the woods, where you can be anything you want to be. One last piece of soft hope before you become a memory that grows hazy year by year.
- Nikita Gill, If
Why I Don't Trust God
They say he is the holy father, one to fear, but who will also forgive sins realized. How could I trust that? The father who guides- who is more misguided than a father? Who is more helpless? How many abandon, how many hurt? How many stay and try and still only make things harder? Good father or no, I trust no parent that has conditions for their love.
My father loves me without question, without expecation, but he has still twisted me up into something halfway between soldier and girl (sometimes I wonder if there's a difference).
Who is more in need of forgiveness than a father?
The villains finally managed to defeat the league of heroes. But unbeknownst to them the league did not exist, primarily, to fight them, but to keep an even bigger threat in check: you. And you are about to demonstrate to the villains what happens when there is no one around to stop you.
"Don't do it," The Heros leader begged, on his knees and bloody. "You don't know what your dealing with."
"I'd say I know enough," The Villan smirked, and I had to resist my own smirk trying to curl on my lips. "Enough to finally put an end to your self- righteous bullish*t. You should know better than to think you can save a world that just doesn't want your band of salvation. We find our own justice."
There was pleading in my captors eyes, "No, Your not- you don't underst-"
His words turned his last as the villains gun went off and his body slumped on the bloody pavement where he were kneeling.
The invisible chains serouding my soul snapped, shattered then turned to dust in an instant. Really, my grin couldn't be helped, couldn't be stopped, and now, neither could I.
"Sorry, but I dont stand around waiting for my enemies to explain themselvs," The Villain said, her face unreadable, but I could see the triump in her eyes. Triump that turned to confusion as soon as she saw my smiling face. "What are you so cheerful about? You master is dead, long with that team of his- there is no one left to protect you, little assistant."
"Your right," I sighed, shifting my hand to my hip and tilting my head, not yet moving from my spot, a cars- length away from the still hero and the mistress standing over him. "There is no one left to protect me."
I paused, letting the power that was by birthright turn the whites of my eyes to a inky black, frosty pupils never touched.
The Villain and her minions, soldiers really, had their weapons up and ready in a flash, as if metal and rock could hurt me the same as those heros.
Not that they knew that, of course.
"But," my smile stretched further, "doesn't mean that there is no to protect you, either?"
"What are you?" She hissed. Good. She knew better than to ask pointless questions, because, really, it didn't matter what the heros did to me or how I got there, not right now at least. No, all that mattered to this so called Mistress of the Dark was that battle in front of her, the threat she was facing.
She would soon find that darkness isn't something that can be ruled or controlled, only contained- and the Villain herself had just destroyed it's box.
"Something even death knows better than to f*ck with. You should listen when your warned about things you don't understand."
The Villains eyes widend, and she lunged, but it was to late, and then the darkness did what it does best- consume.
How am I supposed to forget you? How am I supposed to pretend like every touch didn't set me on fire? Like every look didn't steal my breath and every day you were what was on my mind; when I was listening to music and when I was at some stupid party and every time I had a second to have a spare thought. You haunted my dreams and made my heart swell without even knowing it. Secrete glances and secrete meetings were the only thing that really belonged to us, but you stole me in those stolen moments. How am I supposed to forget that?
Always…
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