Revolution

Victory

Easter's sector was cold, but the dry cold that sinks into your bones. "I want to finish this fast, it's to cold for me here." D came up from behind me and shivered where he stood. I took my over coat off to give to him. He wrapped my coat over his arms and burrowed deep into it. Clarke stood behind me to wrap her arms around my body. "We should send people to kill the outside force, we should be the ones to go inside." I nodded when she spoke. My mind was running. We were so close to done, the last sector in our grasp but it didn't feel right. Jasper was missing from my side, his presence would have been calming in this moment. I jestured out for a group to move forward and kill the opposing force. It took almost a hour of sitting on our hands before someone ran back towards us. He jestured for us to move forward.

      I unsheathed my knife and slumped down towards the ground to begin the tedious walk froward. Bodies littered the ground as I walked past, they had already begin to smell like death. We crept towards the oval building and thought the open doors. There were no stairs but a wide hallway that led to double doors that was slightly ajar. I popped my hand through the opening and slid the door open with a screech. It grated my ears and sent a chill down my spine. I cocked my arm back and tossed my knife in without much of a glance. It clattered to the ground with a resonating twinge. "Are you blind child? Open the door the rest of the way and come in." The voice was aged. I pushed the heavy door open the rest of the way to be greeted by a man older than time itself it seemed. "So, this is my fate. I guess it isn't that bad." He stood his shakey body up and walked past me and Clarke to a small water basin. "Just make it fast, I have a deal with the devil I plan to keep." I could hear him breath in deeply. I went up behind him and dug my knife into the base of his skull. He was dead before he hit the ground.

       All of the land was mine, Clarke was celebrating next to me but I felt tired. My life purpose, now complete. I turned to Clarke slowly and backed her up to the throne. "This world is ours now. We can do whatever we please." Her knees hit the throne causing her to topple down into it. She splayed out comfortably in the wood seat so I bent down to my knees. "Look how far we have come Clarke. I want to live the rest of my days out with you." I punctuated my words with a kiss to the back of her hand. She giggled. I slid her a sly smile. Reaching my hand into one of the many pockets on my pants I pulled out a small pouch. "It was my mothers, I've been saving it for something like this." I pulled the draw strings open and slid the ring into my hand.

       Her breath was audibly caught in her throat. "These months with you have been extraordinary. When I'm around you, my soul is on fire and I feel like I can do anything and take anything the world throws at me. I want to marry you Clarke." Her eyes watered around the corners and she nodded so quickly I feared her head would fly off. She laughed again and tossed herself into my arms. "It will be the most beautiful wedding held anywhere." She tugged me to my feet and I slid the ring over her finger. We walked from the building, hand in hand towards the group of people waiting anxiously. "We have succeeded in our attempts. I want to congratulate you all, and we will be the future. I expect all of you to join me in aiding the new government. Our government. We march out now, to home."

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8 months later

"Where have you been my beautiful wife?" I gripped Clarke around the hips with a low growl and her squealed giggle. "I have been viewing a few boys for a donor. I think I found the one. He looks a lot like you." I breathed in and smiled. "Let's see him then. I assume you have a drawing?" I brought myself down to the floor and her hand darted down with a slip of paper. I opened it up and the boy I saw did look a lot like me. His cheekbones and eyes looked identical. I beamed up at her. "I like this one. He looks strong. Let's do it." She snatched the paper from my and darted off, most likely to the doctor. I shook my head smiling. The door opened again and produced a clumsy two year old Anouk. I picked the small child up and brought her into the sun in the grassy back yard to wait for Clarke.