For The Greater Good

Mia: 7

She thought she heard footsteps, and a bitter smile spread across her lips; ah, that must be the mutt. A minute passed but the dog seized to appear; hmph. In the end, what she had perceived to be footsteps, turned out to be just what they were.

A small ivory corgi padded in through the oak doors, its head hung in sadness. As it made its way through the shadows, it gave a noble bark as if to alert her of his presence. It strode to the foot of her throne, and curled up like a cat. “Is he on his way?” she cooed, her voice icy and empty of affection. The dog gave a whimper and raised its chestnut stained ear. “Is he on his way!?” her voice raised higher than her pencilled brows. The dog raised its head, and turned to face her. It gave a gentle grunt and lowered its head back down. “I see” she said calmly, her head now angled as if she too, was a dog.

“I understand your guilt” her soft tone was sickening. “But you really must trust me when I say; it is for the greater good. If my plan works, not only could we save Matt, but we could eradicate the disease my brother created. We could strip him of his leadership and return our civilisation to its original status” pride and ambition spewed from her mouth, “but only,” she whispered to the dog “if you trust me.” the smile on her face spread from ear to ear, but instead of laughing, she only exhaled sharply.                                    

Her amusement was interrupted by clumsy footsteps. Her heart skipped a beat and she diverted her stare to the wide open door.

 Usually a large rectangle of uninterrupted sunlight would have stretched across the concrete floors, but now a shadow interrupted it. Mia examined the shadow for a second before searching for its owner. She looked up at the doorway to see a shadowy figure standing crookedly.  Her eyes adjusted to the brightness and details appeared on the silhouettes face.

The figures were obviously a man, and below his ebony black hair sat his angular face.  His eyes were grey and blended with his feverish skin. His high cheek bones sat above his hollowed cheeks. He wore an aqua blazer, which clashed with his burgundy slacks, but not as much as it clashed with his primrose shirt; it was strung with a leopard print tie. His clothing was torn and stained with blood.

A smirk returned to Mia’s pale face; “How nice of you to join us, brother dear.”