Saviour Without Sin: A Short Story

Saviour Without Sin

It was the end of the world, their eyes watching God. Clouds of smoke covered the sun as a misty rain fell from the heavens, as though God himself was crying over the brutal sacrifice of his army. The tears burned faintly on Jane’s skin; the pain of loss, the fear of never falling in love again. She closed her eyes and covered her face as another explosion rocked the ground. The roar of the guns and screams of their victims echoed in her ears. She stroked the cold grip of her handgun and shivered slightly. Her face went ashen, afraid after all these years to come back to this abode and have nothing more to offer since the day that Marcus abandoned her. They say people have different ways of grieving, but the truth is - how would she ever get over him?

Silence fell upon the solemn battlefield of night. Jane frowned and stood up, not understanding what was happening. She swiftly turned to look at a young man, a boy, capturing a moment of hope. He kissed his crucifix necklace, gritted his teeth and scrambled up the wall to view the battlefield. He slowly lifted his head, and a silent prayer fell from his trembling lips. Gazing past the broken wall, his eyes widened, and he opened his mouth as if to speak. Bang. The boy fell from his lofty perch, light flaring as he tumbled. He landed lifeless at her feet.

She dove to the bleeding earth and lifted the revolver from a motionless body. A wild woman tumbled through the smoky air, aiming a pistol at Jane’s heart. Focusing all her fury at the beast, Jane lifted her hand and targeted her chest. Bang. Her gunshot cracked into the air – a noise that heralded death and destruction. Marcus looked up in astonishment and saw Jane, rays of light heralding her arrival, and his face lit up in ecstasy. With a roar of euphoria, he tossed his rival to the ground and flew to meet her, leaving the shadows