My Sunday Photo Fiction challenge.
To decimate a people by disease. Mankind didn’t deserve to survive, to thrive. Thrilling annihilation, justifying destruction, they were a malady and he would react in kind.
There was no moon, yet a strange luminosity hung over the entrance of death. The vials were ready and so was he. He rehearsed the extinction one last time, ignoring the visible tremor in his hand.
“Is it time?” her gentle voice reverberated in the dark, damp cave.
He turned slowly and smiled. “We’ll be together soon.”
“Of course we will,” she stretched out her hand.
“But first, show me the lake again. Our lake.”
He complied, like he always did. She had stopped him, like he knew she would.
Six years ago he held her lifeless body in his arms, as the poisonous gas rained down on his village. It was an accident they said. Severely burned, he bitterly lamented his charred life and vowed vengeance. Why then, did she repeatedly return to hold in abeyance his retribution and their reunion?
But she returned and that’s all that mattered; For deep down, he coveted life, albeit a bitter one, more than death. This way he got both.