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Broken trees, howling winds; the moon glinting so fiercely in contrast with the darkness covering the world. Stormy skies, empty roads; the blackness stretching further than I can see, beyond the horizon.
And the silence.
The silence is intoxicating. All I ever wanted was the silence. To not be constantly ridiculed and labelled as 'crazy', when all I ever did was try to save them. They didn't deserve to be saved, anyone with two brain cells could tell. But no one understood. No one even tried to help me. All but one.
Him.
He knew.
He tried to tell me that we were all inferior, even me, to the mighty empire. He tried to destroy us all, but I was his equal. We couldn't best each other. We never won and we never lost, we just carried on fighting. And for what? Neither of us cared for the human race, we were both outcasts, rejected by our own species. We were the scum of society, human and irken alike.
He tried to tell me. I started to listen. Who cared what they thought? 'They'd all be dead soon anyway'. From day one they've been doomed. Ever since He came. The minute he stepped in that classroom I knew what he was. It didn't matter to me whether or not he was friendly, I just had to expose him. Show everyone that I wasn't crazy; that I had been right all along. And more importantly, sane.
I just wanted some recognition. He promised me it.
He told me when this was all over I would get exactly what I deserved. "When we win, and we will, the stupid pig smellies will finally see", because they'd no longer have the choice to turn their heads and ignore what was so painfully obvious that it physically hurt deep down inside of me. He told me that when this was all over I would see the stars, which is all I've ever wanted, all I've ever been interested in.
He told me such stories, of outer space, vast alien species, the mighty empire.. the things we could accomplish together.
I was..happy.
I was really and truly happy. For the first time in my life someone listened to me. Someone could relate to me. Someone believed me.
He was once the darkness filling my dreams I could only hope to wake up screaming from. He soon became the light overpowering the nightmares I'd become accustomed to.
Ever since he arrived everything I did was for him, even if it started off as hate, I soon realised I couldn't keep kidding myself. Since I was 11 my entire life revolved around him. Beating him, exposing him, destroying him. The years before were but a distant memory, slowly fading out of my mind the more I settled into my new life.
This is what I was born for. The destruction of the humans I so wrongly tried to protect. Granted I hadn't expected falling in love with my alien nemisis to be part of my self-proclaimed 'destiny'. I just wanted to watch the world burn.