Claimers: I own them. Wow, for once I didn't type 'I won them'.
Title & Lyrics: 'System of A Down' own them. Not me. They are from 'War?'.
 
 
Beliefs, they're the bullets of the wicked.
 
 
Elle's POV
 
LaOC XXXVII - A Trivial Day of Judgement And Deliverance
 

This is officially not a good day for anyone in a fifty foot radius.
 
My attention is drawn by the person who's bent on my destruction.
Physically and mentally.
And she's succeeding.
For I'm being excruciatingly ripped apart inside.
 
How does God protect herself when she refuses to hurt her attacker?
 
Dizzy tries to get past Kreousa.
Praise Amazon genetics.
They are fine warriors who...
I tempted fate.
I watch as she almost gets her head removed from her body, by a kick.
 
Once again a weapon of my own making has found it's true course.
Me.
 
I hear Michelle's voice.
 
'Elle, run.'
 
Part of me believes that Dizzy will stop herself.
That she'll suddenly come to her senses.
But that section of my brain is beginning to fall into the minority.
 
So I raise my hand.
I see it shaking, out in front of me.
 
'Do it. Now. Bolt her, Elle.'
 
I can't, Michelle, I can't.
Because I'm a God of love and forgiveness, not violence.
Not death, destruction, war, pestilence; not anymore.
Those days are long gone.
 
My hand lowers, as I watch her running towards me.
I turn to look for an escape route, but the doors have been buckled shut.
There's no where for me to run.
 
The person I would've destroyed the entire world for is bent on removing me from existence.
God, destined to by culled by her own creation?
 
All of these thoughts in a split second.
And in another, is my decision.
 
I can not allow this.
I can not, for the sake of everyone else.
This isn't a time for me and my petty short-comings.
 
I raise my hand at my not so perfect person anymore.
 
And release my bolt.
 
Too late to take it back as Dizzy rolls out of the way.
And too late to stop it ripping through Michelle.
 
A scream flies loose from my mouth as a ten foot radius is sprayed with her blood.
White purity, discoloured and dripping.
 
I feel, rather than see, Dizzy being taken down by someone.
My eyes are fixed to Michelle's form being propelled across the floor.
She stops only when she plows into the wall.
 
What have I done?
 
Gabrielle is at her side.
 
I turn my hands over, looking at them.
What have I done!
 
Then I'm at her side too.
On my knees.
 
'Elle, what did you do to her? Michelle can you hear me? I can't heal this shit!'
 
I steady a hand on the floor, it slips in the blood pooling around us.
I look down at my work, and I'm appalled.
 
'Elle, help her. Elle!'
 
Gabrielle brings me back.
Where do I start?!
There's so much blood.
Michelle, forgive me.
 
I put my hands on her chest and focus.
I push the noise of the struggle behind me, out of my mind.
 
But it's not working, not quickly enough.
I can feel her slipping away from me.
 
Images of her in early times fill my mind.
Her words to me repeat, repeat, repeat.
 
'My life for you.'
 
Down on her knees after the Battle, pledging her undying allegiance.
 
'My life for you.'
 
Eyes full of adoration.
 
'My life for you.'
 
Unfaltering in her dedication.
 
'My life for you.'
 
Protecting me, even when the odds seemed to high.
 
'My life for you.'
 
 
I try to push out the memory of her and Dizzy together.
 
Her mind's getting weaker and weaker, and we're losing her.
I'm losing her.
 
Her mouth moves, as if to talk, but she speaks only blood.
And her life is slipping away.
 
Her words to me, again.
'My life for you.'
 
So I decide.
Seek and ye shall find.
 
'No, Michelle. My life for you.'
 
My whole body shakes as I close her wound up.
My energy reduces to almost zero in seconds.
 
Arms hanging limply, my head falls back and I feel myself hit the floor.
 
My life for the devoted.
My only option.
My sacrifice.
 
 
As it should be.