Lore/Story The Cliffs

This is a story from some of the darkest depths of my imagination. It's loosely based of a dream I had once,
Please note that this is a short story, and is not meant to be continued. PLZ DONT JUDGE
I would kinda rate it PG, coz of stuff (no spoilers)





The Cliffs:

The wind rustled the soft grass on the top of the cliff and birds sung in the distance. Miek stood there, on the edge of the cliff, still looking defiant as he looked at Maya pointing a rifle at him. His face was bruised and battered, with dried blood streaking down it. To their left, the sun was setting, casting a red glow upon the horizon. Meik stared into Maya’s eyes, which seemed like black pits of despair. He could see nothing apart from hate in there. Maya cocked the rifle.
“All your followers have been captured, and those who aren’t soon will be,” she said sharply. “So, do you have any last words?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact,” said Miek in a soft voice, his voice seeming to cut through the air like a knife.

The silence built for a moment, and then Maya jerked the gun and asked in a harsh tone “Well?”

“I know you Maya. And I know you can’t pull that trigger.”

“Yeah, well you’re pretty misinformed, aren’t you?”

“This is your first time killing someone,” Miek said quietly, “It’s not easy,”.

“Look, are you going to say something or what?”

“I know your weaknesses. I know you can’t shoot someone.” He took a step forward, seeing the slight waver in Maya’s grip of the rifle. “You can’t do this!” he scoffed, “You’ll never be able to take someone’s life because you haven’t got the guts for it!”

“Get back!” cried Maya, but there was a slight tremor in her voice, “I said get back!”

“I guessed it from the start!” yelled Miek, “YOU’RE A COWARD! A COWARD! AND YOU’LL ALWAYS BE A COWA-”

BANG

His voice was cut short by the crack of the rifle. Silence seemed to sweep over the world for those few moments. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, Miek slowly teetered and fell backwards off the cliff, his mouth open in an wide O and a bloody, smoking hole directly between his eyes.

“I think you guessed wrong,” whispered Maya, as she dropped the gun at her feet. Turning away, she walked down the mountain path. And she never looked back.

 

nice cliffhanger

 

*facepalm*