Storm of Evil

Part 1

Part 1

"Tell me sweet ones, what would you say - if you were going to die today?

A meaningless death for others than me, the gods have spat on your destiny."

  - Isengard

  I sat on the pavement fidgeting. My left leg twitched uncontrollably with the need to move and my hands occupied themselves by slowly peeling the skin off my frozen fingertips. My body suffocated under a thick jumper despite the blistering cold wind that froze all feeling from my face. I sucked in a deep breath as my heart rate spiked with unruly nerves.

  Why am I doing this, I thought, Why am I here?

  I looked around at the street, busy with people who were completely unaware of what was happening right before them. They walked with purpose; driving, shopping, seeing loved ones. It never ended. Life was abundant and eternal, but not for our individual selves.

  Your existence alone was limited. There was no forever, there certainly was no always. You will all die some day. 

  Blonde hair and pale skin had flashed into my mind as I thought about it. "I present to you, Life Eternal. Do what you want with the fucking thing."

  Oh, Dead. I guess some were just bound for their own self destruction.

  A loud child screaming and crying brought me out of my little trance. It was crying about how it didn't like raspberry soft drink. Spoiled fucking child. I cringed, holding back the will to ram the bottled drink down its fucking throat. It was finally carted out of hearing range by a raged parent.

  Good riddance.

  Not long later, there was a couple of suspicious looking normals walking around with a stack of brochures and a pleasant grin. A man and a woman at least in their mid thirties. I got a bad feeling the moment I laid eyes on them, and instantly regretted the fact they met my gaze.

  The woman walked up to me and I didn't realise how helpless I must have seemed until I realised I was actually sitting on the pavement against a building. Way to look homeless, Emilie.   

  She was in a thick green coat with a red scarf and thick glasses that sat on her nose. Her hair was cut straight in a bob. Dear Lord, help this woman.

  "Hallo," The woman grinned with a sickly sweetness that made me cringe.  I looked up at her from my spot on the ground. Oh, go fuck yourself... I mentally seethed, as I looked up at her. "How are you this fine cold day?"

  "I'm jolly and fabulous," I replied with an equally cringe-worthy grin.

  "Ah," She chuckled. She was such a fake. "We're so lucky to be allowed to live in the world of our Lord," She mused, looking up at the sky, taking in a deep breath. I scowled at her from the ground.

  "You fucking what," I grumbled in a flat, unimpressed tone. She looked down at me with another sickly grin.

  "The Lord is kind to us, so loving and forgiving. Have you seen the light of the Lord?" She asked and I stared at her with a dark expression; my mouth set in a straight line and eyes narrowed with a murderous gaze. 

  "Oh, I've seen the light. I was guided by the great one himself as he promised me a place in Valhalla amongst the fallen, should I remain faithful." I replied with a challenging tone. It wasn't about religion; I mean, I wasn't religiously crazy about worshipping the Gods of the skies, but I respected that that had been my ancestors beliefs. What I wanted to prove, was the corruption of Christianity and Catholicism. The fact that they destroyed us, and everyone around them.

  She stared at me, her smile faltering. I raised an eyebrow, not backing down. I wonder if she's twigged it yet. 

  "Valhalla," she repeated skeptically.

  "Yes," I accentuated with a nod.

  "You speak with the tongue of a Heathen..." she stated, making me frown.

  "Heathen?" I spat, "Heathen? You dare insult my beliefs different to your glorious God? You disgust me. Your religion destroys others, rather than accepting them. You obliterate cultures. You murdered everyone who was different."

  She looked at me with an astonished expression, yet offended that I stated what was inevitably the truth. I refused to let it stop there though; this woman dare approach me with her high relgion talk and expect me to accept it? Fuck this bitch.

  "This is not your Lord's world. We live on it, and we are alone. It's a giant rock floating through space, with no guidance or purpose. We are a superfluous existence in a universe of fucking nothing," I said harshly, sneering into the distance before focusing back on her. She stared at me like I'd announced I kill puppies for my own sadistic fun. She was rigid, clutching her brochures like they were her lifeline. I stared at her through dark eyes and a set expression.

  "Lord...have mercy on this soul..." she started, but before I could say anything, someone else did first.

  "You heard the young lady, get lost."

  I stared at the ground in front of me, looking at a pair of dusty and weathered black boots. My eyes slowly followed up his perfect body, past the thrashed black jeans and black leather jacket. His long, chestnut hair shielded a good portion of his face from the angle I was looking, but I didn't need to see it to know who it was. He was back.

  He towered so tall and dominant over the religious woman, who looked like she was about to nearly crap herself. Without another word, she backed up and walked off, back to the man who was looking slightly concerned over the situation. They both left in the opposite direction down the street.

  I remained sat on the pavement, staring up at the perfect man before me. After a short while, he turned to face me, offering a hand up. I took it without objection.

  "Nice, defending yourself while sitting on the ground. Gotta' hand it to ya' though, you did a fine job of it," he smirked while bringing me up. I smiled back.

  "No bitch intimidates me, no matter where I am," I replied. He smiled back and kissed my cheek, igniting a fire under my blistering cold skin.

  "That's my girl," he mused, and I felt my cheeks blush red, though my face froze in the cold wind.

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note: the chapter titles are the perspective they are written in. There is a small amount of fan fiction, but only to give the story some substance and drive.

  The way I've written this is quite experimental. Just bare with me.