Short Stories and Book Bits

Seven Sins - Short Story

They had lost the very last ones, the last of the humans.After millennia of the seven sins rule they had lost it all. A near perfect utopia had taken over the world, sustainable and peaceful. Everything they had worked for all these years, the wars, the heartbreak, the pain, they had tried for all gone down the drain. They were remnants of the past. The seven deadly sins floated through the air, waiting for some poor, grieving soul to capture, the ones in their weakest moments. Humans were such easily bendable creatures. They were easily imprintable, even as an adult. Every little thing hit them hard, the little creatures scurrying around  in the little bubbles they lived in. Proud of every little thing, grieving at every inconvenience. Every other sentient being died so much, there was no point in caring anymore. The humans mortality rate wasn't much better. But the little people just cried and cried, felt and felt, even when they knew it would be used to exploit them. Curious creatures humans, very curious.  But the sins still needed them as hosts, so they dealt with it.
Then they saw it, the most beautiful thing they had seen in years. A motorcycle gang. The few gangs left roamed around the wide, empty fields surrounding the city. They would occasionally attack the passerby, but would never hurt them. They knew the limits. The government only let them roam because there was no jail to put them in, and any attempt to reintegrate them into society had failed spectacularly. It was the cause of the only crime in the past 50 years. There was talk of killing them, but the government never condoned violence, so that idea was scrapped.

Greed, Envy, Pride, Gluttony, Wrath, Lust and Sloth each grabbed a member, speeding down the road on their motorcycle. There were about 3 left over, which were left unaware of the sudden change in their colleagues.

"It's good to be back." Pride grinned. "I knew I could do it." He ruffled his blond hair, which was quite matted.

"Of course love, you did it." Lust rolled her blue eyes. Her black hair was pinned back and she let it loose, letting the wind throw it. There were bits of blood and twigs in it, but beggars couldn't be choosers.

"What does that mean?" One of the uninhabited motorcyclists asked. They ignored him.

"Let's stop here." Greed said, pulling off the road and into the field, before stopping.

"Why would we do that?" Asked one of the other uninhabited members.

"We have business to take care of." Pride smiled, pulling out one of the knives the members kept in his pocket.
It was a quick death for the three, much to the dismay of Wrath. A quick stab in the neck had done the trick. The motorcyclists had not actually used a knife in years, as just waving one around was enough to make most civilians urinate.

"Onward." Envy grinned, getting on her motorcycle.

"Are we just going to leave the bodies behind?" Gluttony asked. "These single human bodies will need some nutrients."

"I am better than eating that." Pride sneered. "Even these weakling bodies are better than that."

"And eating the edible parts of a single human by yourself would only fulfil a third of the daily needed nutrients." Greed added, "And there are seven of us."

"But it will go to waste," Gluttony whined.

"Eating human flesh,"  Wrath growled, getting on his motorcycle, "Really classy Gluttony. We're leaving, now."

"Fine," Gluttony muttered, giving one last longing look at the bodies before getting on.

They rode off into the horizon, devilish grins on some faces, disappointment on others, all thinking of the great plan, the plan that would redeem them. The plan that would win them back the life they once had.