Hey guys! So I’ve been thinking about writing this for a while but couldn’t form a coherent story (as you can tell from the ending). But I really applied myself and churned this bad boy out. I hope you enjoy it!
The thick smoke like fog is a deep chartreuse. It seeps into every nook and cranny. Nothing grows out of the earth’s rotted soil. There are no pine-scented evergreens, no lilacs blooming in sunny meadows, nor any soft dahlias placed in font of loved ones’ tombstones. In the poorest parts of the country, houses are old, dilapidated, and the wood is diseased. Cancerous mold grows feverishly, covering the interiors. There are no family portraits, no plumbing, nor happiness. The families that have managed to keep the squatters and pillagers out live in squalor. The people inhabiting these slums have turned to cannibalism due to the lack of food resources and funds. The homeless have taken to robbing the dead of their resting places for places to sleep. The lowest class of humanity has devolved into their most primitive mentality. However, not everyone is like that. The upper and middle classes are snobbish, treacherous, and selfish.
Elle overlooks the rooftops of London. She is perched on the windowsill at the top of the old clocktower she calls home. A voice she knows too well breaks the peaceful quiet. “Elle. What do you think you’re doing? You need to rest. You fell a few stories through the roof of the Baron’s Manor.” She rolls her eyes and continues to look at the jeweler’s across the cobblestone street. The general’s Watch dogs have been prowling the districts looking for them. She feels his rough calloused hands on her waist. “Garrett, come on. They are looking for us. We can’t just wait for them to find us. We need to get back to work. And it wouldn’t be so bad to find out what happened while we were gone.” Garrett sighs in exasperation, “Elle, you are the most stubborn person I know. I didn’t say that we wouldn’t do the job. I just think you should rest for a day or two before we do start again. Your side still has a nasty gash.” She rolls her eyes again, “Garrett, it’s fine. That’s just from being cauterized. Besides, Barbus needs us.” She climbs back in the tower and looks for her equipment. She can’t find them anywhere. “Garrett, where are they?” He smirks and shrugs. After an hour of searching and coming up empty, she shrugs and shuffles to their shared bed, slumping into Garrett’s side. Her side burns and her legs are screaming under her weight. “All right Garrett. We’ll stay in today.”
Aww I love this Mick it’s short but sweet.