Death at a Price
“Sometimes the sacrifices we make are not worth the prices we pay”
Chapter One
The heat of the flames burned my back as I slowly crawled towards a chair. The taste of blood filled my mouth with a bitter taste. My body had become black with ash. My once black suit was now stained to a dark crimson. Burn marks lined the right side of my face.
“How could I let this happen?” I thought to myself.
It was the perfect plan, in their eyes. We were going to use the missiles to blow up someone else, not this whole island, and as the roof began to crack, I realized what they wanted. They knew what I would do long before I did it. Clearly, they didn’t see this coming.
Looking around the burning room, I saw five bodies, each covered in their own pit of ash, blood, and flames. Pieces of the laid on them like blankets on a new born baby, the ash being the pillow they laid their heads on. It made me almost feel sorry for what happened to them, but almost never counted.
Seeing my journal, I reached for it with my left arm. Pain flooded my arm with every second of it being stretched. The moment I felt the journal in the palm of my hand, my arm slung back towards my body. The second my arm was bent on my chest, I rolled over and looked at the journal.
I rubbed the ash off of the cover, revealing its leather lacings. On the leather cover, gold words were printed on it. The words were read “Even in the darkest of days, light will find a way to shine”, a saying my father loved to say. The words made me think back to the days when my father was still alive. The sound of a cracking roof brought me back to the real world.
I slowly stood up and began to limp towards a door. As I neared the door, I felt my left leg give out on me. I fell to the floor with a large bang. I glanced down at my leg to find that it had a large cut on it and my left angle was clearly broken. I shook my head and crawled towards the door.
Before reaching the door, I stopped one last time and glanced back at the bodies. The feeling for sorrow slowly crept back into my thoughts.
“May you rest in peace,” I said to the soulless bodies, “and may your maker have mercy on your cursed souls.”
I turned towards the door when it suddenly hit me. I had finally realized what they wanted. They wanted to do the impossible.
Chapter Two
The Sun rose like molasses pouring from a Maple tree’s trunk. The house had the aroma of eggs, bacon, and pancakes. I sat up on the bed with a yawn and took a deep breath, smiling at the thought of last night. I was in the perfect mood.
I slung the covers of f and began to walk towards the kitchen. The wooden flooring was cold on my bare feet. The cold floor was just one of Alex’s ways of showing her love for the cold.
The second I turned the corner, to enter the kitchen, I was greeted with a warm hug and a wet kiss.
“Someone’s in a happy mood,” I said, smiling.
“You bet I am,” Alex said, looking into my dark black eyes, “last night was the best night of my life. Ever!”
I couldn’t help but laugh a little. Alex and I had been together (dating wise) for three years but never got to the point of marriage. Alex always said that marriage was pointless if you knew you’d be with someone forever, and that all marriage did was complicate things. I never cared for marriage either, mainly because I didn’t get the point of “Making an oath in front of God” part.
