By Minim Calibre
Notes: Sunday 100 challenge. PG gen.
The dead will smile while you struggle against the inevitable.
You know this, just as you know that struggle you will. It doesn’t matter if the game is—as you have been told—fixed. You’ll still try to find a loophole, an out.
It’s part of that stubborn streak that was never quite beaten out of you.
You’ve checked the texts, time and time again. You know the ending; it’s written in blood on parchment, written in blood on pavement. You know what’s happened when you’ve tried to defy fate in the past.
But at least you will die trying.