[ OT ] Writing Workshop # 50 : Conflict - Man vs. Man

`` Bat Shit, for all its worth! ``, she screeched. 
 
 `` Assumptions, Assumptions'', mocked the hooded fellow. 
 
 A sour faced Emily scanned the horizon.A dust bowl emanated from its seat in the valley. An unconscious yogi's body lay on the ground, gathering dust. 
 `` A few hundred must die, to shield the integrity of millions'', she gasped trying to flush out her rage. 
 
 `` That's what we all miserable forms are wont to do, we deviate, we totter on the pinnacle of self-discovery ``, hissed the slyling in his sugar coated accent, `` reach out now, the ownership of your own salvation lies in your clutches. All these years you patiently counted each stroke of time and hung fire. You must step out at once'', it coaxed. 
 
 `` I.. I ca n't ``, she muttered,'' I am still afraid ``. 
 
 `` Now's not the time'', it hissed furiously,'' stand out''. 
 
 The cloud enveloped the duo. Screeching souls lashed out with their undeveloped fetal limbs. Each approximation of a nanosecond narrowed down to a halt. A nova of all dispositions; fury, ecstasy, malice, apathy, sorrow hung on to life with a thin thread. 
 
 The urgency to reach a decision ensued, Emily. 
 `` You must act at once'' 
 
 `` B..But I dont wan na''. 
 
 `` Do it! ``, it clamoured. 
 
 `` But mankind will perish, only a few will survive'' 
 
 `` Christ's sake! What an ignorant twat you are! Do n't you see mankind is already dead?'' explained the Slyling, `` The repercussions were the consequences of the seeds you sowed, If you let go today, mankind will never be afraid again. Embrace courage this once'', pleaded the Slyling, offering her a blade. 
 
 `` Plunge it in his heart, the stab wounds would heal, to create a new world, a Paradise! There would n't be any anxiety or dread after this. `` 
 
 The lightbodies figures swarmed around, closing in for their last supper, bringing along with them a myriad of different lights in various intensities, illuminating the calm and serene face of the yogi. 
 
 `` Is n't it, that we all human forms oppose the principle of perishing, when we stand on the precipice of mortality itself? Is n't death a means to an end? Maybe we were never afraid. Maybe, we always knew'' she shouted over the cacophony of the shrieks. 
 
 `` I pity you, Human. Look at you tremble under the weight of a knife. Perhaps choosing you was n't my best decisions afterall. `` it roared. 
 
 Emily was dumbfounded. She stood frozen on the spot. The opportunist diabolical limbs from the nova tugged at her. The diabolical creatures, dripped in enthusiasm, waiting to feed on her soul. 
 
 `` Act quickly, human, pierce his heart and mankind shall be peaceful again. Undo what you did by opening the pandora's box. `` croaked the Slyling. 
 
 Emily, lifted her arm, her body filled with disgust at the sight of the priest. `` Perhaps, he is right. He must die. For all fear's must end. We've hurt each other over trifles for long time. This might be the end. ``, before her final plunge she halted. 
 The realization hit her. She looked around squinting at the circling swarm. A wild torrent of storm threwback her hair, exposing her smiling visage. She threwback, her head and laughed. The limps started ripping her legs to shreds, as the Slyling watched in horror. With each muscle in her leg being ripped apart, her maniacal laughter and chuckles intensified. 
 `` What are you doing? You fool? Who do you think you are? ``, it shrieked. 
 Emily's flushed face turned towards it 
 `` I am Death!'' she screamed before plunging the blade in her own heart. 
 

