Illusions 45/100

People create illusions all the time. They create an illusion of the person they want to see. They never really listened to the words you speak and they misconstrue you to be their poster child for their next rant. It breaks you from the inside out and you are never whole. I am so done with it all. I want these illusions to perish in a flame; I want them to be gone forever. I am ending these illusions; I can no longer deal with them anymore.

I want to be me and I cannot do it in this world.

Word Count: 100


Two Roads 44/100

The two roads diverge before me and I cannot decide which one to take. They both seem appealing for different reasons. One is beautiful and well traveled; the other is less traveled and pure. One I will choose and the other I will not. I do not know that I trust myself to take either road, seeing as I have messed up so heavily before. I lost myself and hurt the people I cared about. I do not deserve to choose, but I know the right is mine. I can only hope that I take the right path this time.

Word Count: 100

Dying 43/100

Author’s Note: Hello, everyone! Sorry, I could not get this up earlier. Some stuff came up and I could only post now. I will try to post a second theme in order to make it up. I am also returning to the character of Jess/Animus. I really enjoy writing for her. I would suggest reading Gray 19/100. It has taken me a while to revisit her.

I was dying on the inside. My life was going to end because of the person I chose to be. I knew what I was signing up for the day I put on the gray mask and assumed the identity of Animus. I never wanted any of this; I took careful steps to try to avoid this. It was never going to be an easy life; I had given up so much and now, I had to give up the last thing I had: my life. I suppose that’s why they say the right thing and the hard thing are the same.

I took my first step into the lion’s den. Mors, my arch nemesis, had called me here. He knew that I would come. He knew I would go to the ends of the earth to protect the people I loved. He had finally cornered me and forced me to do the unthinkable. I wish I did not have to do this; all I ever wanted was a normal life. However, he had promised to turn himself in quietly if I did. I was more than willing to make that deal.

 I took a shaky breath as I walked farther into the den. I had an off feeling that increased as I walked down the hall. Where was Mors? What diabolical scheme did he have in store for me? He was an incredibly smart man. We were both equally matched in terms of mental and physical power. However, he did have a slight advantage over me. I remembered the first time I met the crazy villain.

I had received a call on my communicator from the Police. Some maniac was shouting for me and testing new diseases on people. He was doing it with a single touch. He would touch someone and they would collapse to the ground. The police had not been able to get to any of the victims yet, but it had been clear what he had been doing to his victims.


As I soared through the skies using my powers, I glanced down to see the police surrounding a figure in all black. The police had walled off all exits and there were several people on the ground scattered around him. Narrowing my eyes, I allowed myself to descend to the ground a few feet from the individual. “You could get my number. I am much easier to reach.” I said, slightly pissed off and slightly sarcastic.


I took the time to give him a good look over. It was clear that he was a man, several inches taller than I was. However, he seemed scrawny and I figured that if we got into a fistfight, I would win. He was dressed in all black with a mask representing a skull on his face. It left the lower half of his face exposed. His eyes were a rather bright green and he had spiky jet-black hair.


The man smiled widely and clapped his hands in happiness. “Oh, I knew you would just show up!” He said in excitement. I sighed darkly; the peppy villains were the most annoying. They were also the more deadly ones. I did not have time for this guy. My patients at the hospital needed me more.


“What do you want?” I growled at him. He frowned at my response. I do not think he understood obvious displeasure. He moved closer towards me, standing only a few inches away.


“Are you not happy to see me? I am so excited to see you Animus. I think the two of us are going to have a lot of fun,’ He said, beginning to circle me, “Well, since you seem to have more pressing matters than me. I will make this short. You are going to become mine. We can be a fantastic team and you are too good for these people. You can do so much more with me. I will give you some time to think. After all it is a big decision.” He began to walk away from me.


“I don’t need time to think. The answer is no. Besides, who are you? You seem to know me pretty well.” I snarled.

He turned to face me with a wicked grin, “Mors.”


Mors, the Latin word for death.



I could see a light at the end of the hallway. My ice blue eyes focused, trying to see if I could catch a sight of what lay inside the light. My pace picked up as I noticed myself getting closer. My stomach flip-flopped back and forth in an anxious manner. I was scared of what Mors had in store for me. After all, he had rightly earned the name as Death. He had killed so many others and left me alive each time. That would not be the case now. I had become too much of a threat.

I stepped into the light and found myself in an arena, highly reminiscent of the Roman Gladiatorial arenas. It would make sense that he would have something like this. He was always one for the theatrical nature and had a slight obsession with Roman culture. I continued to move towards the exit at the other end of the Arena, ready to face Mors. Once I reached the center of the Arena, all four exits slammed close and I heard his cold, chilling, jovial voice.

“Animus, how happy I am to see you have shown up!”

I turned around to face him with a fierce look on my face. “Let’s get this over with.” I growled.

He smirked at me, “Oh you were always one to get to the heart of the issue, never liked to play the little games.” Mors raised his hand and I felt an explosion of pain in my muscles and organs. I bit back the scream that fought to come out and let out a whimper. I collapsed onto my knees, feeling tears stream down my cheeks. I could not fight back. I was incapacitated by the pain; it kept me from concentrating.

After a few seconds, the pain stopped and I gasped for air. I managed to glare up at him weakly, afraid to get up on my feet again. “Oh Animus, you knew this had to happen. We could have been so happy. You and I could have been the perfect team; we could have ruled the world.” He said, kneeling beside me and placing his hand on my cheek.

“You said no.” He raged; his face turning dark. A fire in my organs and muscles erupted causing me to scream. Tears streamed down my face faster and I collapsed on to the ground. The pain stopped after a while and I fought to calm myself. I would not let him humiliate me any further. Unfortunately, I had no choice.

I do not know how long it went on, but Mors continued to torture me for hours on end. I could feel myself convulsing in pain. I could feel my mind slipping further away from me each moment. The pain was blocking my ability to use my mind. It was useless to try to focus; I had already resigned myself to this fate. Mors was going to win. Death was going to conquer Will.

“Well, Animus, as much as I enjoyed our time together, it is time to end this. Get up onto your knees.” He said, moving back from me. I pushed myself up onto my knees. He took my mask off and threw it away from me. I could see a flash of recognition in his eyes. He somehow knew me. I could not place him. “Jess?” He asked, surprised. It took me off guard as well.

I nodded and the surprise stayed on his face for a few moments. However, he returned to his former self. “I am sorry, but I have to end you now. Say goodbye.” He said, reaching out to touch my forehead.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the end to come.

Word Count: 1,345

Standing Still 42/100

I cannot bring myself to move at such a terrible, sickening sight. How could this happen to anyone? The cars are a twisted mess of iron and steel. There is a ton of blood everywhere and I think one of the cars is beginning to smoke. I stand still because I do not trust myself to move. Otherwise, I might empty the contents of my stomach. After a few minutes, I walk towards the black sedan, feeling drawn towards it. I look inside the blood-splattered window of the car and I am frightened at such a terrible sight.

I’m dead…?

Word Count: 100

Teamwork 41/100

The world was ending around them and they were only people who could stop it. The rest of humanity had given up in their efforts to defeat the cruel monsters. The four were the last resort for all of humanity. If they did not succeed, the end of the world would surely end. The weight weighed heavy on their shoulders and hearts. Each came with their own strengths and demons. Each had something to lose and something to prove. They were determined the imperfect world they both hated and loved.


They needed to work together or divided they would fall.


Word Count: 100

Rated 40/100

Her value was rated on the beauty of her looks, rather than the talent she had to offer the world. She could have been so much more, but they only saw the physical being. They did not see how bright or kind she was. They only wanted the beauty; they did not want to know the person within. She wished she could live in a society where her body was not the currency. She wished could get where she wanted to go because her intelligence and hard work ethic.

Alas, beauty is the only way for a woman to survive.

Word Count: 100

Dreams 39/100

The nightmares come to me every night. I am always falling through the water, insecurity, and fear nipping at my heels. I can never escape my dreams; nothing can I save me from them. The fear and the dark waters always swallow me up to the end. I wake up tangled in sheets with tears streaming down my checks and sweat covering me. Most of my nights are spent awake, wishing for rest. I fight the dreams to no avail. There is no one to save me.

I cannot expect anyone else to save me when I cannot save myself.

Word Count: 100