Senseless || Closed
Alisa climbed down the ladder to look up at her handiwork from ground level. She stood a couple yards from the church entrance, hands on her hips, and a satisfied smile on her face. Across the top of the doors hung a large banner with painted letters:
“Don’t Choose Unnecessary Violence! Choose Peace Instead! Boycott the Pelago Tourney!”
Alisa couldn’t believe how much attraction the Pelago Arms Tournament received. There were scores of people signing up to participate in senseless violence. And even more going to simply watch and cheer on the blood and gore. It was sickening to think about, honestly. Especially when it brought along certain memories…
Now, Alisa wasn’t naive when it came to violence. Nature was full of it. But in nature it wasn’t sport; it’s a necessity to live. A singular part in the great circle of life. But it was the premeditated assaults that horrified her. The echos of gunshots and screams still haunted her despite the gruesome event happening over a decade prior. Sometimes she could still see the red on her hands.
How could anyone willfully be a part of that?
A shudder ran down her spine as she shook her head which now displayed a grim expression, the smile gone from her face. She picked up the ladder, intent on putting in away, all the while wondering where Sister Aurelia and Father Gerard were.