Fate

Well, another Jill and Wesker oneshot. I'm telling you, when I started writing this, I had absoulutely no intentions of writing it about this pairing. In fact, I had no idea who these two were, where they were from, and what they meant to each other. All I knew was that the guy had just totally destroyed the girl, and fate decided to murder them both. As I kept going, I started to realize that they sounded more and more like Jill and Wesker, and by the end, I actually was writing about them. xD

I hope you enjoy it! Comments are love! :3


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She was hopeless. There was nothing left for her to live for. Wasted. He had sucked out of her every last thing that was beautiful and full of life, and in doing so drained her of both purpose and will.

She was broken.

He was exactly where he wanted to be, perfectly positioned. Immaculate. There would be no escape for the her, no relief from his torture. He was a wolf and she a doe; an innocent, precious thing. She was so pure. He dominated her, and revelled in every moment of stripping her of beauty.

She felt so many things that she no longer poscessed the vigor to express. Once strong, the heroine fought no more. Her eyes, once blue and beautiful and full of light, were dark, the epitamy of sorrow. They had lost the inner glow that she had been blessed with, torn away by malicious will. They were lifeless orbs, tear-stricken and bleak. Hopelessness overcame her emotions.

He felt nothing. The only elements of emotion he ever tasted were that of a ravenous bloodlust and the feeling of power, adrenaline seething in his veins. His eyes burned with a fire unlike any other, searing what they gazed upon. He saw in his surroundings only what could be used to his advantage. Anything else was deemed unimportant, by him: a self-proclaimed God. The only exception was she, his beautiful weakness. He feared her for her power over him, the one she never even acknowledged she had. She had been harmless, from any sane point of view. But because he feared her, he mutilated her until there was nothing more left to gaze at but the echo of a female. He took away, in essence, her very spirit, and in doing so thought he made himself stronger.

They were a work of fate.
Brought together by fate,
bound by fate,
loved by fate,
Destroyed by fate.

In the end, they were both defeated.

He, a powerful and deadly anarchist, was brought down by his own headstrong will and unquenchable thirst for power. He never knew it was the end until his very last moments, for he never saw anything as the end. He simply didn't lose. From his vantage point, it was only he who ended others.

She, a girl once full of spirit, lost the last element of life that meant anything to her: him. He was her love, her hate, her despair, and her very tormentor. She took her own life, and any evidence of their broken story vanished with the life from her eyes.

Two people were lost. Left forgotten, when those who knew them died as well; and the world kept turning as though it had never happened.

They had, in effect, never existed.