The World We've Set On Fire ■ Wattys 2016

4. The Warriors

"Abigail." He said. "They've come to take you."

She straightened her shirt and walked out.

The truck was large and filled with woman.

The sinful women who had volunteered to fight.

They were covered in piercings and tattoos and instead of hearts, they had cavities filled with glass.

Abigail smiled at the woman sitting next to her.

"We're going to change the world." Naomi smirked.

"Yes, we are. We're gonna wreck it and twist it till all that useless scum is gone and the rightful survive."

"No no, hon." Another woman, Nancy, intervened. "Ya got it all wrong, haven't ya? No one survives. Period."

"That's for the leaders to decide, Nancy." Smirked Evanna. "We kill, that's all, we do."

The women cackled.

"We're the warriors!" Cried Naomi. "The best ones!"

The women cheered.

When they came to the Base, they were all sent to different places.

"As many as possible, okay? Maximum deaths." Abigail was instructed.

"That's not what a true warrior does." She thought, then, shook the thought out of her mind.

"You're losin' your mind, gal." She said to herself.

Amid storms and silence.
In bloodshed and violence.
Truth has no place.
And nor does right.
No gender, no race.
This is everyone's fight.

Abigail killed 7801 people while she fought. The last one being herself.

Warriors don't kill for one, she told herself. Warriors don't kill everyone.

You are not who they told you to be. You are not who you thought you were.

You are not who you wanted to be.

Between the sounds of falling bombs and gunshots, no one heard the girl's scream when the knife slit her nonexisting heart.

Between the gallons of spilled blood, no one noticed her blood that painted the ground, a shade of scarlet.

A/N.  I know that I've got little to no chances of winning becuase these short stories are senseless and weird but I entered the Wattys anyway xD

- Crystal xxx