She fled down the street, her heels clicking furiously in tempo with her heavy breaths. Who was right, who was wrong, she did not know anymore. All she knew was that she had to get away from whoever had been chasing her now. She tripped, spraining her right ankle. High heels were never meant to be ran in. It was not like she had planned to stage an escape today, not in her slinky black dress and black heels. Hobbling into the corner, she hid behind the trashcan, willing her breath to quiet into nothing audible. She could hear the pounding of the blood in her ears as she forced herself to stay still.
The thumping of someone’s footsteps ran past her hiding hole, the shadow of a man cast upon the bitumen made her enemy seem more frightful. She wiped her sweaty palms onto her dress, as she compelled herself to wait longer after her pursuer’s footsteps had long gone. They may have decided that what she had done was wrong, but there was no longer good and evil in their world. All they had left was a fanatic ambition and the lack of a conscience. They played with men’s life like a game, nothing but digits and broken toys.
The release of the truth had spread the truth she worked so hard to find - the undeniable truth of them. Already the whispers of rumors of such a truth, a warped truth had integrated into the rapidly decomposing society. It was only then she allowed herself to breathe a little, the dawn of a new year would arrive upon them, the dawn of a new era.
She got up, staggering from her sprained ankle. The footsteps already long gone, the coast would be clear now. Yet cautious from the many months of being stalked, she peered out anxiously from the shadowed corner, clear as it could ever be, not a soul in sight. She would have to look for a new place to stay today. Tilting her face towards the sky, she closed her eyes. Deep inside, she prayed like no one else could: praying for a new era, praying for sanctuary, praying for the welfare for her beloved. She hobbled towards the main road, safe with the multitudes of people out joy making. She smiled, remembering her husband’s smile as she left.
We will always be here waiting.
Too late for that now, the game she had started had begun to spin without her, too late to return to the normal life, the life with her husband and children. The resonance of the bells sounded throughout the town as she turned into the alley of a safe house. A tear dropped as she gazed at her family photo.
“A new year –the new era is finally here -”
“Yes - the era of chaos – just like you planned,” the male voice whispered into her ear. She gasped, feeling the cold metal against her throat.
“NO! The truth will arrive!” she yelled, struggling to break free. No one would help her, no one would help her and draw attention to the safe house under their feet. “That the epidemic was nothing but a play of puppets -” she fell to her knees. “Why- Why continue this game?” She weeped, it was her fault.
‘Create a virus no one has ever seen, and give vaccine to the selected few. The world of the elite.’
‘For once you come up with a great idea Lucy. I’m tired of getting cheated by those swindling businessman.’
‘We’re so much more superior. We’ll make them bow to us!’
‘LUCY We did it, did you see the news. The number of dead has risen to 830,000!’
‘What have we done -’
‘We showed those filthy businessmen!’
“Looks like I won’t be seeing you again dear. “
“Don’t worry, they’re in hell waiting for you already,” he smirked. She crumpled onto the floor, the dark blood seeping around her, smudging the photo she held in her hand.
“I’m sorry -” she whispered, and as she lay there, feeling the life fading from her, she prayed, she prayed for the dawn of a new era – peace.
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