Suddenly off in the distance there are screams
bloody screams.
bombs float in on the village.
debri and blood scatter everywhere.
everywhere…
everywhere……
silence.
no voices left to cry.
no hearts left to beat.
no lungs left to breathe.
horrible, horrible, wretched silence.
something Rosalind had taken a liking to. She stands in a small room outside of the arena. A room in the far corner of the GMHQ where nobody could find her. She twirls her short hair slightly, missing how it used to be long. At least Ahna used to love it. But now Ahna was ignoring her, somehow she has become less important. It’s difficult for her to comprehend but also simple enough to explain. Replaceable. That’s what she always was. Replaceable. To her husband, to her family, and now to Ahna. She’s done chasing and looking for hope and light at the end of the tunnel. There is no light nor any tunnel. It’s just an endless dark room that deceives you.
She waits a moment, considering the beautiful horror of it all. She smiles slightly.
“If all I am is a monster, I might as well die in the horror I created.” She whispers.
She steps out of the room, striding down the hallways past the GM’s in the room, heading for the labs she knows all too well. It’s odd to see a servant heading down the hall that way, but she was done hiding. She was no servant. She was a master. No. She was a president. She was madam President, and she knows what she deserves.
@Edema Rue @Ancient Elantrian @TheRavenHasLanded