Blunt

The World Ends

"How long?"

"A month."

His fingers tapped rythmically.

"When I've finally gone insane, I will need a successor."

"Someone normal, you mean."

She spilled the content of the bottle. 3 pills tumbled out, bouncing on the sleek surface.

"This is all we have left. Three small pills, to stop the world from plunging into chaos. And then into the ultimate silence."

The blood red color of the pills was reflected and biased, casting an ominous glow on the table.

"I just wish for you to accept my chair."

She laughed. A loud, maniacal, insane laughter. Her shoulders shook and her fingers trembled as she laughed. Tears gathering in the corner of her eyes.

"Are you that blind, even to your own daughter?"

He replied with nothing. She pointed at the mechanical steel arms and legs attached to her body. And then to her chest.

"This world doesn't need a heartless queen," she sneered. Mostly to herself.

The man stayed silent, his heart clenching as his own daughter points out her defunctional body.

He wished that he hadn't been so full of himself, so confident, so arrogant.

He wished that he hadn't been so sure that she would go unscathed under the operation.

He blamed himself.

And herself.

And the world slowly ends.

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It watches her. Her attempt to save as many as she could. Her attempt at forcing down the last pill into her father's dry throat, his head lolled to the side as craziness enveloped his mind. Her attempt at fixing everything.

But she couldn't even fix herself, how would she fix the whole world?

Music broke out. At first it was only a sad, dramatic wail in the distance - as the time goes, it went bigger, louder. High pitched sopranos and spine chilling bass, clashing at each other, a battle between notes and sounds. The louder it went the more frantic it sounded - rock and opera, pop and more. It no longer resembled music. It resembled destruction, chaos, doom - all in the form of soundwaves, slipping inside, altering heads. Sending all into a frenzy. Pulling all down a black hole made of desperation.

It watched as humanity ended; and not just ended, extinguished. Humanity was no longer there. No longer on the small speck of a planet called earth.

Except for her, and the steady beat of her machine heart. She was no longer human, from the very moment she survived the operation.

Music couldn't swallow her. It couldn't kill her. But she couldn't kill music either.

It watched as she repeatedly hit the ground, the broken pieces of the glass table she shared her last moments with her father. She couldn't cry. Her wail was louder than the music, and It felt the pain in it. The whole world, gone. Finally died in the hands of their own creation.

And she was their creation too; and so she is fated to live with the other creations. Alone.

It closed its eyes, and looked away. There will always be a next time.

And maybe, just maybe, she will still be there.

For the next time.