The Mountain

The Mountain
By Amberly A. M. Oosthuizen

It was treacherously deep and dangerous. Temper looked up at it and sighed. The rest of her world had fallen away. The plague, newly modified, had wiped almost everyone out. 
Blood ran into the sea.

She remembered all the lives she had taken, their souls like lights leaving their eyes. 

She knew she had to climb it.
To get away from herself and the monster she had become. She was ready and took her first step up the craggy ruins.

She smiled hysterically at the sky. She had no idea what was up there or the actual reason for her wanting to reach it, but she knew she had to.

Temper reached the top and reluctantly let go or her harness, unaware of her surrounding.

As Temper looked out into the blood stained sea, she felt the pierce of a blade through her heart.

She fell back into a velveteen box.

"Now it's your turn..." A hooded figure said as he shut her eyes, threw a bloody rosary onto her chest and thrust it closed. 

The hooded figure then sat on the box, opened the flask and sipped on the Bourbon, looking out at the crying sky and the crimson kissed sea.

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen