Creation Finale:
ONE HAPPY ENDING
”For you, I would come here one last time, to write the promised happily ever after.”
2 hours after the catastrophic events of Creation III: Thirteen Stars
He was dining alone in the room.
The President’s dining hall was originally built for large functions and dinner parties, beautifully furnished to his taste. Shards of crystal hung beneath the lights, casting a dazzling array of colours onto the room below. Large red curtains of velvet were draped across the walls, the cloth smoothed and unwrinkled.
The President sat at the end of the long table, silently picking at his meal. Occasionally the silverware would clink against the plate, the only sound ringing in the room and muffled by the velvet hung around. Faint voices can be heard outside the thick glass windows, as the protesters yelled out desperately for help. Yet he carried on, head bowed, cutting aimlessly at his steak with unnecessary attention.
Anything to avoid the flat sheet of paper, sitting perfectly on his right.
The declaration of war against the unknown entity that is threatening the world outside. It is just sitting there, his favourite fountain pen by its side, waiting for one of the most important men in the world to sign it. It was almost like the vampire wars again, except this time no one knows how to fight the enemy. No one even knows what the enemy is.
The Creator, they call her.
He stabbed into his steak in one violent stroke, pale blood from the piece of meat running along the plate. A few drops splattered out, landing on the tablecloth before spreading and staining the clean white cloth. Like the people, he thought wearily, like my people that will bleed and die if I sign this declaration. Declaring war will simply be an invitation for that unknown immortal to slaughter them all, a helpless attempt in defending themselves.
Are you going to die quietly?
An ambulance sped by, the flash of blinding red lighting up his worn, old face for the brief moment. He craned his neck slowly, turning to the piece of declaration with a sudden fierce stare. Almost dropping the pen in his rush, he scrambled to pick it up, furiously scribbling his name on the line, pushing the pen so hard into the paper that it left an imprint on the soft fabric below.
We survived the vampires; We will survive their master too.
“Humanity...the thing about them, they don’t know how to give up, do they?
The President lowered his pen, gazing at the signed document with a mixed expression of fear, relief, determination. It has been done.
The end...starts now.
ONE HAPPY ENDING
”For you, I would come here one last time, to write the promised happily ever after.”
2 hours after the catastrophic events of Creation III: Thirteen Stars
He was dining alone in the room.
The President’s dining hall was originally built for large functions and dinner parties, beautifully furnished to his taste. Shards of crystal hung beneath the lights, casting a dazzling array of colours onto the room below. Large red curtains of velvet were draped across the walls, the cloth smoothed and unwrinkled.
The President sat at the end of the long table, silently picking at his meal. Occasionally the silverware would clink against the plate, the only sound ringing in the room and muffled by the velvet hung around. Faint voices can be heard outside the thick glass windows, as the protesters yelled out desperately for help. Yet he carried on, head bowed, cutting aimlessly at his steak with unnecessary attention.
Anything to avoid the flat sheet of paper, sitting perfectly on his right.
The declaration of war against the unknown entity that is threatening the world outside. It is just sitting there, his favourite fountain pen by its side, waiting for one of the most important men in the world to sign it. It was almost like the vampire wars again, except this time no one knows how to fight the enemy. No one even knows what the enemy is.
The Creator, they call her.
He stabbed into his steak in one violent stroke, pale blood from the piece of meat running along the plate. A few drops splattered out, landing on the tablecloth before spreading and staining the clean white cloth. Like the people, he thought wearily, like my people that will bleed and die if I sign this declaration. Declaring war will simply be an invitation for that unknown immortal to slaughter them all, a helpless attempt in defending themselves.
Are you going to die quietly?
An ambulance sped by, the flash of blinding red lighting up his worn, old face for the brief moment. He craned his neck slowly, turning to the piece of declaration with a sudden fierce stare. Almost dropping the pen in his rush, he scrambled to pick it up, furiously scribbling his name on the line, pushing the pen so hard into the paper that it left an imprint on the soft fabric below.
We survived the vampires; We will survive their master too.
“Humanity...the thing about them, they don’t know how to give up, do they?
The President lowered his pen, gazing at the signed document with a mixed expression of fear, relief, determination. It has been done.
The end...starts now.
