AN: I wrote this for an English assignment. My Teacher wanted us to explore three different perspectives. The first one had to be set in a war, so I was cheap and chose a battle in Zion from the Matrix. I realize that it really doesn't fit on this site, but whatever. The second one had to be about two warriors going head to head. I chose an Angel theme for that one and if you are a strong believer of God and hate all those who formulate their own opinions THIS IS NOT FOR YOU. And then I have a story about a man on his death-bed. I hope you all enjoy. They are all pretty short!

Point Of View

First Person

Soldier of Zion

Sparks flew above me then scattered once hitting the grey Earth before burning out. I swung my only weapon in defense of the squid-like sentinel which was attempting to slaughter me. “Their just machines!” My mind screamed as the incandescent Earth swirled around my head.

My helmet protected my skull of bone while a sheet of metal protected the machines… whatever it had. I didn’t care. I hated it.

With the sounds of war around me I swung my blunt club down onto the back of the machine. It did not move, so I continued.

Crunching of stone beneath my leather boots as blood dripped down from the broken cement pillars which scattered the dark battlefield. This was war.

More and more sentinels were raining down upon me. I don’t understand what happened. My blood became hotter, pounding sounded in my ears and my mind had left this world.

My club went down so many times without a thought, but that was okay because I hated them.

Again and again. No blood. They were machines. No blood. Crash after crash. Metal making contact with metal.

Then nothing.

I looked about the broken battlefield. That was all I saw. A broken battlefield. There was no taste of victory, no triumphant feeling. I did not want to cheer. My mind screamed yes and yet at the same time cried no.

Broken machines, but that was okay, right? It was okay because I hated them, right?

They weren’t real.

But, as I stood there among the scattered components and human remains, the only word my mouth could seem to articulate was, ‘Murder.’

Omniscient

Invisible Wings

They flew. Oh yes, they flew. With delicacy and grace that would match that of Angels, then again, they were, or at least one of them was.

The golden Angel looked upon the Demon with such contempt. How dare it fly among the clouds as though it had the right of Heaven! The Demon only glared back at the Angel. That beautiful Angel that held such hate.

‘Why do you fly where you do not belong!?’ The golden one asked with complete despise.

‘Is it wrong to long for freedom?’ The Demon asked turning away its head. Inside he asked the same question of himself. How could he believe he deserved such a place? No Demon deserved Heaven, but as he watched this Angel he questioned whether it should be allowed it either.

They swung up and into the lively rays of the sun.

‘Freedom is not deserved by those who steel it from others!’ The Angel spat.

They began a magnificent dance in the heavens as the clouds swirled about them in vortexes from their passing bodies.

‘Do you pray to god?’ The Demon asked of the angel.

‘Why should I pray to god?’ The angel asked, ‘For I am closer to him then any mortal.’

‘Would it surprise you that I do?’

For a moment the Angel stopped to gaze upon this Demon.

‘You pray?’ It asked.

‘I pray, but I do not expect a response.’ The Demon said swinging back his head to gaze farther up into the endless skies above them.

The Angel looked down onto his side where his sword was kept. Unsheathing the blade it glowed magnificently. It was a blazing sword after all.

‘What do you pray for? You are but a work of the devil.’

‘Yes, but wasn’t the Devil a work of God?’

The two sat there long as clouds passed by and the sky grew dark only allowing the sword to grow more perilous in appearance.

‘I pray for his forgiveness.’ The Demon finally said. ‘I only ask for what he gives everyone else.’

The Angel reflected upon these Demons words.

‘God forgives everyone.’ The Angel said, but his voice seemed lost and confused.

‘God can not forgive himself.’ The Demon said.

‘And why do you say that?’

‘Because he can not forgive his own work.’

Limited Omniscient

Don’t Watch Me

He lies there wishing they would all just go away. They won’t. They won’t leave until he leaves. Leaves for forever.

The adults and children and even some of his friends are there watching him with those sad eyes. He wished those eyes would go away. That the eyes would just close and go away. They wouldn’t, they never did.

Now in his final minutes he would have to die as they watched on. This was supposed to be done alone. He was supposed to die alone. Not with them. Death was a private thing to him and they were stealing that from him. In his final moments they would rob him without knowing it. Rob him with those eyes.

The room grew dark and the eyes slowly faded away, but even in the blackness of his eternal rest he knew that they were still watching. Always watching. They were watching him die alone in a bed that sat in a white room. Watching him die and robbing him too.