Honey, it's called Hell

Prologue:

Blood. One word describes so much and holds within it a different meaning for every single person on this planet.

Blood. Repeat it and think why. Why must it hold such significance when it is a word, five letters, something so minuscule to the vocabulary of ones mind, Huh? Think about it again.

To you it may mean something bright, crimson, red, rich and luscious. To 'him' it may mean something he dreads, scaring him, frightening him- giving him reason to doubt our very lives. To 'her' it could possibly mean something reassuring; reassuring her that we can still be alive, our hearts beating, that we are still capable of being hurt.

To me it means the inevitable. It is so inevitable that everyone here on this planet hopes.

Hope. Another word that means so much for no reason at all. I pity the four letters composed into this...this... Word, no. Abomination to all words.

People are so blinded by hope. Hope. Seriously. What is there to possibly hope for? The worlds going to end one day and I'm going to be right there, living it. I'm going to stand tall and not back down. Never shall I ever back down.

Contemplating is a skill of mine to be honest. I like to think, about our history, language and monarchy but sadly my reverie of thinking had to come to a halt when my older brother came bounding into my room, angry. No, more like furious. "Why did you do it?" He demands from me, his eyes a raging storm of emotion.

I advert my gaze when I reply, "Do what exactly, dear brother?" I grimace at my overly sweet tone because it only adds to his fury, like throwing tinder into a small, almost dying flame causing it to rise.

"What?" His voice cracks, "you handed me in!" He yells making me wince and shrink back into my room, he steps forwards.

"They're are going to kill me Kaelyn! Why, huh? How can betray your own brother?" His voice holds such abhorrence tears fill my eyes to the brim, I take another step back attempting to put space between us but he only takes another step forwards.

"You were going to become one of the resistance Deandre! I had to, otherwise myself and our mother who is sick with the blackness would have died along side you when they found out." I beg him with my eyes but he won't even look at me. Probably disgusted by my betrayal.

"They wouldn't of found out but now they have, because of you." He shakes his head. "This world we live in is corrupt Kaelyn, it's about time you figured that out." My breath catches. I did the right thing, I have to remind myself.

"I could have done something though with the resistance, could've healed this world one day at a time with you being with mother." My mouth flaps open like a fish gaping out of water, "But no. You just didn't want this torment to end, you wanted people being beaten to death for what is right, you wanted people being locked up in their houses, you wanted our mother and everyone else unable to cure the blackness." My heart tugs with doubt at his words.

"They do that to protect us! They are keeping us safe from the... From the..."

Deandre laughs, it isn't one of joy but of bitter hate.

"The solitary knights? We haven't seen one of them in years, two hundred to be exact."

"That is because of the Untainted!" I retort.

"The Untainted enforce this pain on our people! How could you think that?"

"They are trying to create Utopia for us-" In the middle of my argument I'm cut off, the door swings open with a loud resounding crack and before my very eyes stands a man. A terrifying man and for once in my life I wish I could hope. The man holds up his heavily loaded machine gun and laughs, hollowly and then and only then do I see his glimmering golden teeth stained with red.

"Honey, it's called Hell." The sound of a blast was probably the last thing I ever heard.

A/N- I know it makes no sense, but, hey! It's meant to :)