“You think all of this is necessary?”
A voice asked but no response was given.
“All we are doing is causing more bloodshed. We are killing those who can’t be brought back.”
“It’s for the better.”
A second voice finally responds, resolute and undeterred. The sound of liquid is heard dripping.
“How can you consider this, ‘for the better’?”
Skepticism laced the words of the first voice. Grinding metal against stone replaces the liquid dripping.
“Because that’s what it is. We are cleaning up a mess for the betterment of our people. It’s our duty.”
The second voice responds, the life in their voice nonexistent.
“Our duty is to be the shield of our people and defend them, not the spear that seeks the blood of others.”
The grinding stops as soon as the first voice finishes speaking.
“Now is not the time to develop a heart. We have no need of it.”
The second speaks coldly, ceasing the dialogue between the two.
A sound is heard, the sound of quick breathing and frantic movements akin to a trapped animal. They only increase as heavy metal footfalls grow closer to the sounds.
“P-p-please, have m-mercy…”
A third voice speaks in a frightened whisper. The sound of metal sliding against stone is heard for a brief second.
“P-PLEA-!!!
The sound of flesh being torn is heard before something wet squelches across the ground.
(Thought I’d share something dark. Also, my thought process for this one was an alternate take on one of my stories. Also also, all of this stemmed from a single line, which you can find somewhere here. Crazy right? Anyways, cheers!)
