[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Leave A Story , Leave A Comment - The Dark Gift Edition !

The Village burned with ferocity as I gazed upon the genocide with an unnerving feeling of blank despair. The petrified populace, stumbled out from their burning homes only to be met by the soldiers. Parents of the town's young tried to take flight only to be cut down by the metal monsters. A young mother stared in horror as her companion was assaulted and parted from their squalling baby, the mother, barely older than 13, carrying her boy fell to the ground with a bullet hole in her slender, weeping neck smooshing the crying babe beneath her. Dozens continued to die, or captured and brutally enthralled. The dishevelled, blood-coated collection of innocents were forced into neat, meticulous columns, mimicking the concentration camps of old., as their sanctuary, their home, was slowly transformed into a utilitarian nightmare. I took in the atrocities, my brain conflicting with a multitude of emotions, I wanted to help them, to stop this madness, but this, this... creature I had become forbade it. As the blood of the condemned seeped into the mud, I pictured the same blood seeping slowly into mine own hands. And it was true, the blood was all on my hands, although metaphorical, this made my eyes weep and sting and in that moment, the bitterness and anguish became almost too much. These past three, haunting years, I remained petrified to the emotions and pushed all thoughts of heroics and redemption to a deep, dark corner of my mind I rarely visited, until now. It dawned on me then of my fear, too scared to do good, too scared meddle in the international affairs, too craven to save the common folk like this, for the voices that now manoeuvre me echo that I would only bring upon more unjust suffering and savagery. But this twisted reality we live in permits two types of heroes, I had to become the second type, the type who did what was asked because refusal would only harbinger more countless fatalities, but that was really just a lie. I, in a previous life, that felt like an age ago, had pledged to destroy the forces of chaos and evil, but now, now I had truly become one. A lone, glistening tear emerged from the eyes of a villain; my eyes, and softly cascaded down my cheek containing a sour pain. I felt the urge to look away, but I stood rooted to the ground, frozen. The epiphany mutilated me mentally, I was the sole response of this mess, I had joined my sworn enemy, and I alone had begun the Armageddon of all these people... because of ME! I ended my sorrowful vigil, but stumbling upon shaky legs, only to be hit with the anguish, I fell to my knees, and continued to spiral further into depression. It had come true then, my worst fears were enacted. I tried to do what was right, but succumbed to my enemies evil, to those I swore to bend. I betrayed my only friend, murdered him and wiped his blood of the very sword I wore at my side, and in doing so triggered the end of all I held dear. With the full extent of my atrocities unearthed, I released my emotions and wept violently and repeated in a blubbering voice; 
 `` I did this... I... I really am a monster''
