I know this ends yesterday, but here’s my last submission for day seven: Mission
and yes, a bit free-style.
If you’re reading this, I’d probably die or went missing... or went to search for something that I can use to... get a foothold for myself. I know you’re not good with words and how to craft it like a true craftsman and I know that I write better than you.
I’m sorry... I shouldn’t take that mission earlier. I don’t know that this mission will cost my life... to save a lot of others. That’s a noble cause, yet my altruism is getting another foothold against my feelings and decisions. I realise that you worried about me and my illness... an incurable disease, yet I rebelled, and now I bite more than I can chew. I face the Death himself.
It has been two days since the first initial attack, many recognised me KIA, but I managed to open my eyes a bit for 0.5 seconds every time a fresh reinforcement come in. The lights flickered uncontrollably, and all I can see is a blurred vision of the world. I don’t know how many times left for me to open my eyes and see you for the last time, nevertheless, I had a little story that I’d like to share with you if you found me take a long dirt nap, under the desk near an old radio.
Death sat down beside me. “Angela, what a beautiful name for a Shield-Maiden,” he complimented. “I long to see another Shield-Maiden in the Land of the Dead.” He took a short sigh. “I had a lot of Angelas in the Land of the Dead, but you...” he stopped for a bit and pet my head. “You’re unique.”
“Why?” I said. “I am just a regular Angela with a normal life as a doctor and a field medic, why am I that unique to you, dear Death?”
“You were destined to save others while risking yours.”
“Death, there’s a lot of people that rescue others better than me.”
“They risk their lives for others, but you... risk your life for others... with feelings.” Death said, sipping a glass of a Deathly Wine, it was so fragrant that I can’t hold myself to taste it.
“What are you talking about? Feelings have nothing to do with my job, Death.”
“You stuck with somebody you love that when I called you for a few days, you rejected it and embrace what will happen next,” he stopped. “You keep telling yourself you’re going to be okay that you forgot how painful it is to be shot in the chest three times...” he looked to another dead soldier beside me. “How painful to left this world while you don’t say goodbye to your beloved ones.”
“I guess so.” I shrugged, although it’s hard, I managed to do it.
“Angela, have you ever dreamt about a sky so blue that you feel you were flying in it?” Death asked.
“I have, several times, even.”
“Would you like to go there now?”
“Death, if my death was in vain and beyond saving. I’d like to go there now.” I said while looking at the orange skies of the afternoon. “But the skies are too beautiful for me to left this world.”
“Angela, how I like your tenacity,” Death chuckled. “What will you do if you’re saved?”
“I’d like to stay with my beloved ones and forget everything since this accident,” I said, with a warm smile. “I long to see peace and serenity. Maybe we can talk again, sooner or later.”
“What a noble choice, Angela,” Death touched my shoulder. “You should remember that you have an incurable sickness. I can lift it off from you, but you promise me something in return.”
“What would you like to trade with me?”
“I’d like to buy your sickness with love. A Love from Death.”
I blushed, hard. “Death, don’t flatter me like that!” I laughed for a bit. “I don’t want to see my fiancée’s face getting all confused and ask why I’m blushing when I was on the brink of my death.”
“I thought you were single.” He joked.
Death stood up. “Anyway, I have to go, I had to collect lost souls of your comrades,” he picked up some of my comrades on his hands. “I guess you better get some rest, I feel your fiancée is coming right now.”
“No. Thank you. I learnt a lot from you, now, Angela.”
I gasped. “You... You’re welcome.”
He smiled. “Keep praying for someone to come and make your life worth living, Angela.”
Ah, sentimental Death – what could you expect?
Hey, do me a favour, will you?
From Betelgeuse to Saturn, how’d my Marshmallow Cake tastes?
Ah, enough joking, I don’t want you to find me dying in laughter. Literally!
Like, who’s excited to see someone died while they’re laughing hard, right?
I hope this doesn't make the extraction awkward.
