Hey, everybody! This is my first story on FictionPress; I hope you like it!

Conversations with the Enemy

Prologue

Waiting for death is not as nerve-racking as I thought it would be. In fact, I'm calmer than I have been for years now. I almost wish my execution would've come sooner.

The day is beautiful: clear blue skies, sun shining, chirping birds. Rather inappropriate for the occasion, if you ask me. Shouldn't there be a fierce thunderstorm with harsh lightning and screaming winds to add to the drama? For an execution, this is quite boring.

"Kas Hemmingson has committed crimes against the Democratic Union. Her punishment is death by firing squad. May God have mercy on your soul."

I search through the rows of helmeted soldiers until I find him. I knew he would be here. He promised he would never leave me.

His dark brown eyes meet mine and I smile gently. Despite what I have done and what he said, this will be hard on him, though Julian would never admit to it.

At my smile, he turns away, biting his lip.

"Ready."

I never wanted this, Julian.

"Aim."

Forgive me.

"Fire."

AN: I'm mainly publishing this story on FP so I can hear constructive criticism, especially after the prologue. So, in short, please just give me a review. Tell me what you liked, what you didn't like. I want to become a better writer.

Thank you to all who read!

~SellTheeSoul4Bacon