To Whomever,
I didn’t hesitate even for an instant once I had Corrine by the throat. Something in me just snapped and I could suddenly feel every ounce of pent up frustration swelling out of me. It seemed she was the ideal target for all of rage. She was my doppelganger, my mirror image adorned in white wings and labeled as the better of our two halves because of it.
I’ve spent time wondering: Which is good and which is evil? Is there even a difference? Are we simply predisposed to become one or the other, or is there something else that effects or position in the universe?
I need to know.
Respectfully Yours,
Nala
P.S. She wasn’t all that great of an angel anyway.
Nala folded the note up carefully and pressed it into Corrine’s lifeless hand.
They would come for her. She had broken the Angel’s Creed, the only laws she was obligated to obey and for that, the only punishment was disposal. They would pull her thread from the tapestry of life and feed it to the fire so that it would never be woven into existence again.
The scene around the body was set in crimson, blood pooling into the cracks in the sidewalk. The knife had run a single sleek line, passing through Corrine’s dainty neck.
Nala wondered if she had perhaps killed a part of herself.
There was evil in her, of that, she had no doubt. But there was hope and faith shining even brighter. The Angel of Death had murdered the Angel of Deliverance. Could a soul such as hers ever be forgiven?
Who knows?
She looked down once more at her doppelganger before lifting off the ground and disappearing. They could try to catch her, but she was going to put up a fight. Until then, she was hoping for the best.
Lily's Notes: This is the last of a three part short story for BigBadBear's "What is Evil and Good?" Contest. The whole point of this short story is to explore my definition of good and evil through the actions of my rather conflicted Nala. You can find the first two parts up above.
