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The Void

The Void

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It was running- fast. Unidentified, swift, silent. I know what you must be thinking… phantom. But for once, it wasn’t. It was something else. It was definitely alive. I could tell by its rapid, haggard breathing against my soiled skin when it was upon me during the moments before my expected decease. I never wanted war, competition… but have to go against your beliefs if you want to survive. I just didn’t think it would be this hard. 


I stopped for a moment, panting, and listened to the steady beating of my heart. I shouldn’t have stopped, I thought. Now the unbearable pain will overpower me, and then I will die in a very undignified way.  I steadied my breathing, squared my shoulders, and ran back into the void. 

I ran and ran, faster and faster until a familiar body collided with my own. I raised my head to meet the eyes of Luke. We were practically the same, Luke and I. Same slim, yet hard bodies, long legs and arms, broad shoulders, sandy, wild hair, straight nose, thick sloped eyebrows, and similar eyes- green with flecks of brown for me, and brown with golden flecks for him. His eyes brought me warmth, despite the tension in my body, but that was apparently not their intent. They asked for information. Slowly recollecting my thoughts, the haggard breathing resumed out of fear, not fatigue. 


I related the story to him. About how my troop could no longer hold on to life but slowly expired. About how I thought I was the only one left alive, but I wasn’t. “Of course you’re not,” he said. “I’m here.” 

“No. there’s someone.. something else,” but all I received was the sloping of his eyebrows and the curl of lip from my correspondent. 

I rolled my eyes and bristled as I whipped my head around, unconsciously searching for water. “What?” he questioned. “Water.” I retorted. He sighed. I raised my eyebrows, and he revealed that we were at war and that there was no water in sight and that I shouldn’t be thinking of ‘feasting’ at a time like this. Well, to me, I think drinking water is a method of survival, and that is precisely what I said to him. We exchanged a few angry words, and then we heard a distant thud to the floor. It gradually grew until it was quite nearby. We could tell that the thudding had come from a soft body, as the noise was muffled, making it seem far away and distant. 

I stole a glance at Luke and found him lying motionless on the floor, and a ghastly creature next to him. That’s when I ran. Again. 


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