{"html":"\u003cdiv class=\"posts-tag_warning\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eDisplaying posts with tag \u003c/span\u003e\u003ca class=\"posts-tag_warning_tag\" href=\"/dpsmiqote?tag=CreativeWriting\"\u003eCreativeWriting\u003c/a\u003e\u003cspan\u003e.\u003c/span\u003e\u003ca class=\"posts_tag_warning_reset\" data-role=\"infinite_scroll-link\" href=\"/dpsmiqote/posts\"\u003eReset Filter\u003c/a\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class=\"post is-shown false false\" data-edit-path=\"/posts/197914/edit\" data-id=\"197914\" data-role=\"popup_anchor\" data-view=\"app#post\"\u003e\u003ca class=\"post-avatar\" href=\"/dpsmiqote\"\u003e\u003cimg data-view=\"app#avatar\" data-type=\"avatar\" data-user-id=\"100943\" src=\"https://d3ts7pb9ldoin4.cloudfront.net/uploads/users/100943/avatars/a7c2593f-1d7c-4a8f-90ee-af7c49af0264-120x120_895x153_782x782.jpg\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003cdiv class=\"post-user_data\"\u003e\u003cdiv class=\"post-user_data_inner\"\u003e\u003ca class=\"post-user for-profile_wall\" href=\"/dpsmiqote\"\u003eDpsMiqote\u003c/a\u003e\u003cdiv class=\"post-date\"\u003e\u003ca href=\"/posts/197914\"\u003eOct 18, 2020 07:02 am\u003c/a\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class=\"post-tier\"\u003e\u003cdiv class=\"post-tier_inner\"\u003ePublic post\u003c/div\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class=\"post-menu\" data-align-right=\"true\" data-modifier-class=\"for-post_menu\" data-safe-html=\"\u0026quot;\\u003cdiv class=\\\u0026quot;post-menu_item\\\u0026quot; data-notice=\\\u0026quot;The link to the post has been successfully copied to your clipboard.\\\u0026quot; data-url=\\\u0026quot;https://www.subscribestar.com/posts/197914\\\u0026quot; data-view=\\\u0026quot;app#copy_to_clipboard\\\u0026quot; title=\\\u0026quot;Copy address to clipboard\\\u0026quot;\\u003eCopy Link\\u003c/div\\u003e\\u003ca class=\\\u0026quot;post-menu_item\\\u0026quot; href=\\\u0026quot;/posts/197914\\\u0026quot;\\u003eShow\\u003c/a\\u003e\u0026quot;\" data-view=\"app#popup\"\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class=\"post-body\" data-role=\"post-body\"\u003e\u003cdiv data-post_id=\"197914\" data-target=\"post-197914-uploads\" data-view=\"app#post_content\"\u003e\u003cdiv class=\"post-content\" data-role=\"post_content-text\"\u003e\u003cdiv class=\"trix-content\"\u003e\u003c!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC \"-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN\" \"http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40/loose.dtd\"\u003e\n\u003chtml\u003e\u003cbody\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e \u003cstrong\u003ePersecution by Murder\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eby Bradley \"DpsMiqote\" Cleckner\u003c/strong\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePage 1\u003c/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNatasha drew the knife from the sheathe to run her gloved finger across it stopping at \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003ethe tip. She could feel it begin to pierce through the leather as she stopped it before it could \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003epierce the skin. She did not put it away but held it as she looked at the woman in front of her. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “Hello, Natasha,” said the woman.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “Hello, Mira,” replied Natasha.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Natasha had not seen Mira in years as their friendship had drifted apart. Natasha had \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003ebecome the one who would say what Mira, the artist, could and could not create. She looked \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eup at the cabin and the patches of snow that hadn’t yet melted away on its roof as well as the \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eground. Natasha could feel her boots want to sink into the ground as she approached Mira.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “Your hair has grown longer since I last saw it. I remember you liked to keep it at \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eshoulder length,” said Natasha.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Natasha could see Mira looking through a sketch book as Mira said, “I wanted to try \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003esomething new.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Natasha sat down next to her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “You kept it blonde. It goes well with your blue eyes,” said Natasha.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Natasha said nothing else, and, for a few minutes, there was silence between the two \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003efriends. Natasha would let he knife drop into the ground and take it back out only to let it fall to \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003epierce through the ground causing a small hole to form. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “When you cut my throat will you let the snow bury me?” asked Mira. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Natasha let the knife sit in the hole as it fell one last time. She didn’t want to pick it up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “Mira,” said Natasha.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Natasha heard the book close with a hand touching her shoulder a few seconds later.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “You don’t want to ask why?” asked Mira.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003ePage 2\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c/strong\u003e Natasha placed a hand on top of Mira’s. At first, Natasha felt a coldness bite at her \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003egloved hand but soon that changed to warmth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “Because I know the answer,” said Natasha.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “Is it wrong to love who we want to love? Is it wrong to express that love through art? \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eIt is wrong to express it through the written word?” asked Mira.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eNatasha took Mira’s hand and held it tighter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e“Mira, you’re getting repetitive in your questions,” said Natasha.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eNatasha could see the snow starting to gather on her clothes as they were almost \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003ecovered by a patchy white blanket of snow.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e“Sorry, I guess I started them all the same, didn’t I?” asked Mira.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e“Yes,” said Natasha. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eNatasha let go of Mira’s hand before standing up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e“You should have created the content they told you to create. You should have just \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eloved who they told you to love,” said Natasha.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e“No, I don’t think I’ll do that anymore. Natasha, lets go inside and have a drink,” said \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eMira.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Natasha had placed her hand on her gun but didn’t draw it. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “Just a drink between us before you kill me?” asked Mira. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Natasha watched Mira get up and place a hand over her hand that laid over the gun. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eNatasha loosened her grip on the gun.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “One last drink,” said Natasha. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Natasha felt Mira remove her hand to go pick up her sketch book. Natasha followed \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eMira inside only stopping to look around the room. A simple kitchen, with a dining table not too \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003efar from it. She could see Mira still had the same old couch with its teal colored blanket \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003edraped over it and the fireplace straight across from it with a television on the wall to the right. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eShe went into the kitchen as Mira had placed down the sketchbook on the counter. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Natasha opened it and began to look through the pictures. They were drawings of \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ecouples.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cstrong\u003ePage 3\u003c/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSome were same sex couples while others weren’t. She looked at them taking in the \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eforests, the walk through the snow, the cherry blossoms that fell around them, and the couples \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003ethat sat on the porch watching the moon. Natasha stopped to see a drawn picture of her and \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eMira.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e They sat on the couch hand in hand. Natasha noticed Mira’s head on her shoulder. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eNatasha could tell this was younger version of herself as her black hair had gone past her \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eshoulders. She still had her green eyes and still stood a bit taller than Mira. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “What do you think?’ asked Mira. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Natasha looked up at her and took her drink. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “They’re beautiful. I like that you chose the couch,” said Natasha.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Natasha downed the drink not wanting to enjoy it. She watched Mira set down her drink \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003ebefore Natasha felt Mira’s lips on hers. Her instinct wanted to go for the gun, but she didn’t. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eNatasha wrapped her arms around Mira like a rope holding onto her. For a couple minutes they \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003ekissed before Mira stopped. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “The world changed too quickly on us, didn’t it?” asked Natasha.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Natasha looked at her wondering why love could be hated so much just because of who \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003epeople chose to love. All the people she had to kill, and now they wanted to test her loyalty.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “Yes, it did,” said Natasha. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Natasha watched Mira placed the side of her head against Natasha’s shoulder. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “I should have said I loved you before all this. What would you say back?” asked Mira. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Natasha looked in Mira’s eyes as Mira looked up to her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “I would have said I loved you back,” said Natasha. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Natasha gave Mira another long kiss.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “They’re waiting out there. The Federation sent more with me,” said Natasha.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Natasha reached for her gun but only placed her hand on the holster.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “They’re expecting a test of loyalty. Either I kill your, or I die with you,” said Natasha.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Natasha watched Mira take the book.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cstrong\u003ePage 4\u003c/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Is it possible to get away?” asked Mira. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Natasha shook her head knowing they wouldn’t make it. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e “It’s not likely,” said Natasha. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e Natasha held her tight as she briefly saw a round ball like device shatter the window and \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eland a few feet beyond them. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e“I love you,” said Natasha.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e“I love you too,” said Mira. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eNatasha closed her eyes feeling her feet lift from the ground as the device detonated. She held \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eMira tight as Natasha could feel her body impact the wood its splinters cutting at her with \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003epieces of glass stabbing through her skin. She could feel the heat on her skin her clothes ripped \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eaway from her left side, and arm. The cold snow embraced her before chasing away the heat. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eNatasha turned her head to see Mira lying in the snow next to her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e She could see signs of life, but the damage had also been done. Natasha knew neither of \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ethem were in any condition to get up and run much less fire a weapon. She took Mira’s hand as \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eit reached out for her. A gun echoed like thunder as Natasha could feel Mira’s hand go limp. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNatasha reached for her gun wanting to at least kill one of the bastards before it all ended. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e She grabbed it her arm growing hot from the burns on it that grew irritated by her arm’s \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003emovement. She drew it and took aim in a direction facing forward. The shots rang out her clip \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003egrowing empty until only a click played like a record player. She let her arm fall gaining some \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003esatisfaction that she heard something heavy fall to the ground. Natasha looked to her side her \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003elast sight being the symbol of the Federation. 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