Sacrifice To A Fiction

Hey this WWTT and today I present the beginning of a good story. Enjoy.

Thomas looked down at the ground below him. Blood. His. He knew that he had finally accomplished what he had tried to do for years. His sacrifice was complete, his duty served. He was one with the glory, one with Fiction.

 

As I looked out through the window of my vehicle I smiled. Human behavior was extremely interesting. They almost always tried to run one another down when one attempted to cross the white lines. This car was interesting. Known as the Aston Martin Vulcan, it was extremely fast on all terrain. The perfect combo for my mission today. As I hit the highway I accelerated down the stretch. The Nexus had been disturbed. Time and space were threatened. This couldn’t get out of hand.

I arrived at the house at 1200 hours. Noon. I grabbed a silenced pistol and storde through the door. Silence. Then I saw the blood. And a thrashed computer. And a book. Taking it in hand I walked up the stairs. This person has a relationship, with a computer program. Chuckling I came across the body. I found a symbol carved in their chest. The pentagram. True love. He did love her. The pentagram, the true symbol of Venus. The East Star followed the shape of a Pentagram across the sky. The Greeks, decided that was to be the symbol of Venus. The planet and the god. Now the person I stood above had just performed the Ritual Of Sacrifice. Only, it was to something that others wouldn’t understand