We're All Fighters

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The demons are coming tonight. You can't escape them, as they slowly tear away your sanity with their fingers that are as cold as Death. While you cling to the last thread of humanity, they suck out your soul. First, you don't notice, as hopelessness has already clouded your mind. But then your will to live slackens and you can almost see the golden thread spinning out of your body. They smile, and the souls they have already stolen hang around their necks like trophies. And you can hear them scream. They scream of misery, fear and death. Then you see your string snap, and weave into the web of lies that is their home.

*****

Her fingers gently held the wound, trying to stem the blood. Around her, the fallen stared up at the stars, their eyes unseeing. The blood of her friend coated her hands, and their pulse was weakening. Their shaking hand pushed hers away, and they weakly smiled. The light slowly left their eyes and their hand fell to their side. A scream escaped her lips as she lay her head on their chest, trying to find a heartbeat. But there was none.

*****

Tick Tock Tick Tock.

Wonder what's the catch?

Tick Tock Tick Tock.

Time to strike a match.

Tick Tock Tick Tock.

Burning bells will ring.

Tick Tock Tick Tock.

Devil choirs will sing.

*****

The soft notes of the piano echoed down the hallway, beckoning him closer. The walls around him seemed to shift and change, although he paid the paintings no heed. Each depicted a more horrifying death than the last, and were all signed by the same person. Dragging his footsteps across the tiled floor, he was entranced by the music.

*****

The three of us walked through the ruins of a place we once knew. There was silence, brought only by ghosts of the people we once loved. Our footsteps echoed on the cobbled road. We glanced around tentatively, taking in the crumbling pillars and knocked down walls. It was chaos, executed in a beautiful way.

And chaos was how we thrived.

*****

"You're kidding."

"They have to be, this makes no sense!"

"Is there an opt out button?"   

"There'd better be."  

"Watch out Cindy, you're starting to smoke."

"That's not even my name!"

"I WANT TO OPT OUT!"

"We all do Nate, what makes you so special?"

"What's even the point of this?"

"That's what I want to know!"

"QUIET! You're all going to deal with this like mature adults-"

"We're teenagers! We'll deal with this as we well dam please!"

"She's right!"

"So opting out isn't an option?"

"SHUT UP NATE!"

"I don't want this! Give it to someone else!"

"Same here!"

"You cannot leave! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!"

"Once in a lifetime opportunity my hat, you can take your opportunities and stuff them up your-"

"Cinders!"

"DON'T CALL ME CINDERS."

"Well, there went that table. Hope you didn't like the pot plant. And are we sure there's no opt out button?"

"I liked the pot plant."

"It wasn't your pot plant."

*****

Whispers. Whispers of people I knew. Whispers of a past I've forgotten.

Laughter. Laughter of jokes long played, laughter of enemies long vanquished.

Screams. Screams from people six feet under. Screams of war cries from wars lost.