Wandering Minds - RuthM71 Entry- "Becoming"

"The stage was set, this was it, I had to decide."

Noir hung on the edge of morality. Clinging to the thin silver thread that kept her from plummeting into the abyss on the other side.

She'd walked that fine line for years now, never once complaining about the possibility of falling.

"You brought this upon yourself." She sneered to her mother, but the words were actually meant for her.

A simple phase, spoken for the sole purpose of hurting her mother, only served to tear Noir from the inside out. But that phase was Noir's reminder. It was her choice, one made years ago, that brought them here.

The decision to join the enemy was so easy when she made it years ago. But now? Now, she was torn between two paths, and one wrong move could send her falling. She joined out of a desperate need to survive, but she stayed because only she knew it would be the one way to end the war.

Noir clung to the bars with leather gloved hands as she glared at her mother from the outside of the cell. Although, all of Noir's anger was directed to herself.

They were enemies. A mother and daughter on either sides of a never-ending war.

Noir felt the thread tighten around her waist. She could see the bottomless void of that abyss. This was the moment. To choose between saving her mother or saving herself.

"The stage was set, this was it, I had to decide." She thought to herself.

If the general finds out about this, her fate was sealed.

She couldn't have her cake and eat it too.

She had to choose. She did once before, she could do it again.

To be, once again, her mother's daughter, or to become the monster that the Allegiance will fear.

The stage was set.

Noir pulled back from the bars and tore her gaze away from her own mother.

This was it.

The thread tightened again as that disgusting void breathed into her.

She had to decide.

"Your execution is set for tomorrow morning." Noir said in a brittle voice.

The abyss rose to meet her as the thin thread snapped.