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Words

A short story by Caine

 

A field once tilled by a farmer who has recently left his home, the crops broken and maimed by the army of corpses that have battled across it. The fighting is over, and the armies all lay resting in deaths slumber. A rainstorm falls against the mud and bodies of the fallen. The only two survivors of the battle stand facing each other having no one left to fight for them, so they exchange words.

“Give my daughter back to me!” he cries out to her, water streaming down his face. Large armored shoulder pads crown his body, a cape covers the rest. He holds his staff that seems to keep him from falling forward.

“What reason do I have to give anything to you,” she retorts defiantly. The woman grabs her cloak by its hood and pulls it down revealing her face, walking to him closing the gap made of their fallen soldiers. “She belongs to me.”

Her boots are covered in the thick mud smeared with blood, they squish in the ground as she steps. The rain falls patting against the fallen bodies and splashes in the puddles of blood.

“You have kept her from me far to long, she yearns to see her father again.”

“Hell if she does. You have no right to that child.”

“I have come here for her. You can't keep my child away from me anymore.”

She lets the thunder roll across the plain and stares at him with cold unyielding eyes. “She is mine.”

“Damn your ideals woman!” He interjects defiantly. “What right do you have to say she isn't mine?”

“I gave birth to that child and as god as my witness…”

“You damned god ages ago, and I damn you for thinking that only your natural ability to birth a child gives you more right than I to be with her.” He lifts his staff from the mud and pushes it into the ground in front of him stepping closer to her. He moves himself through the corpses as the rain continues to fall.

“I won't let you” she venomously spits at him raising her gaze as he approaches.

“I want to see my daughter!” he belts with sadness. “Why do you torment me with your ways? It's not me that you hurt the most. She desires her father; let me see her once more.”

They stare at each other focusing on their defiant ideals. Her gaze; unshifting as the rain pours down across her cheeks, unblinking as the lightning strikes close.

“Your silence only proves your sins.”

“You came here to do your worst, and it is done. You'll have to KILL me now if you want to see her, ever.” She states pointing at her chest.

He maneuvers to her. The night rain falling onto her cold body, as her cold heart motivates her cold gaze as it strikes into him. The anger from his body forces steam to rise as he outstretches his large armored hand to her throat grabbing it. She makes a noise as he squeezes her neck tightly with his fingers.

“This is what you want.” She manages to speak in a broken pattern.

He looks at her with a gaze of ends. He looks deep into her eyes seeing only his reflection as he squeezes tighter, swelling with anger thinking of all that she has put him through. Even with all this fury built up inside he rears back and thrusts her into the mud.

She coughs and regains her breath, “you will never see her again unless you kill me!” she spouts. “I will never allow you to see her again as long as I draw breath!”

He lifts his staff again and begins to walk past her.

“Damn you to hell, you ruined me and I shall never forgive you. Do you hear me? You will never see her again!” Her ranting fades into the rain and thunder as he walks away. Her plight to keep him from her is a battle far from over.