The Seven Sins The desert sun beats down on her as she runs. She has never had to run like this in her life. She is fast, but they are faster, and it’s only moments until they realize she is gone. He took the first one early in the morning, just downstream from where she was sitting. The second one followed in the afternoon. By that time she was heading as fast as she could down the face of the mountain. Before her she can see the jungle, its shade and security. They won’t be as fast as her in there—she knows it better. She could run the whole thing with her eyes closed and never get lost. “You can run as far as you want, Envy, we will find you.” She doesn’t slow her pace, she won’t let them distract her. Her heart beats rapidly in her chest, sweat drips down her forehead, her back, adrenaline courses through her body. “You can run as far as you want, Envy, we will find you.” The voice rattles her; it comes from all …show more content…
sides, closing in on her. They almost have her, but the trees are so close, she leaps forward, her eyes closed, hoping. Her foot lands on the soft earth, the leaves trace the lines of her hands. Her eyes fly open, she is home. The fresh air around her fills her lungs, she can no longer see the desert. The air is cool again, the canopy above her shields her from the sun. She glides through the trees with grace. The earth gives her the strength she needs. She reaches a pool and dives into the water. “You can run as far as you want Envy, we will find you.” She swims rapidly for the shore and pulls herself from the water. She imagines Wrath has taken them all. The seven have lived in peace until now, each in their own corner of the earth, never bothering the other . . . at least, until now. She drags her body across the rocks on the edge of the pool. She gets up to run, but trips on a rock. Her face smashes against a boulder, she feels her leg snap. When she looks up they are wading through the water towards her. She gets up to try and run, but her leg is broken and will not hold her weight. She doesn’t have time to heal. She turns and starts dragging her body through the mud. “It is useless.” The voice is no longer around her, but in front of her.
She looks, but sees nothing familiar; a mixture of all six, different pieces of each, sewn together in some kind of puzzle. Its bones are thin, its hair is short like a man’s, and its eyes as pretty as a women’s. She doesn’t know what to call it. It is no longer Wrath. It is no longer any of them. It is something entirely new. “What are you?” she gasps. It leans down towards her, towards her leg. She tries to get away, but she is too weak. It places a hand on her and a sudden warmth rushes through her body. With a sickening crack her bone snaps back into place and then the pain is gone; the blood in her mouth disappears along with the pain in her head. “We are nothing yet,” it says. “We are a powerful mixture of the sins, but we are not complete. What is Power without Glory, my friend? What is Pride without Envy? What is one sin without the next? Without one another we are nothing; together, we are something.” She stares in awe. “I don’t understand, you are so
different.” “I don’t expect you to understand, but try to think of it this way. Wisdom stems from imperfection, knowledge stems from mistake, happiness stems from sorrow. When you take all the worst things someone can be and you put them together, you create someone amazing. Sometimes a lot of wrongs really do make a right.” It walks closer to her again and kneels down beside her. She tries to remain still, but her hands shake. “What will we become?” It smiles at her and places a hand on her arm. The warmth returns, but this time it doesn’t remove its hand. She has never felt pain like this; her insides feel like they are melting, reshaping. Its answer is the last thing she hears: “We will become something called human.”
My breath was heavy as I was sprinting from them. I could hear them on my tail. But the only this that was racing through my mind was “I have the book.”
and heaves the huge blade at her head. She sees his surprise as his sword
A quick vision of death smote her soul, and for a second of time appalled and enfeebled her senses. But by an effort she rallied her staggering faculties and managed to regain the land.”
...ight, and when it became daylight the next day, her imagination played games with her. She imagined the walls laughing at her now. It’s almost like they were laughing that she attempted and even thought that it was possible to escape.
“You can't help her, now go!” he says, from the hate that is running through his veins, his facial features are become significantly distorted. Focused on the oncoming Germans, he shouts
She likes traveling to other places, but was ordered to visit Earth. She refers to her maker as “parent teacher” and that she is “here embodied in a decaying lump of meat hanging on a frame of calcium”.(Gaiman 232). This is the physical form of our humanness. All we are is flesh and bones and our bodies are in a continual process of decay. She sees the body not the mind as the meaning of human race. "But knowledge is there, in the meat," She is wearing worry beads, which are meant to relieve stress or protect from negative energy. This is an innuendo to
"And what do you want from me, you frightening monstrosity whom my innocent and sheltered eyes should never have been made to look upon?"
“They set a bomb off in the base,” she explained looking terrified. “Then they raided it and made sure that not a single one of us had escaped. I was lucky not to be there when it happened. I am even more lucky that they didn’t hunt me down.” She tipped the motorcycle over and hid it with some brush. “Follow me,” she demanded.
“Of course I would come here!” “I want to save my friends!” I yell thinking about all the people I know.
The irony of the story is that her husband is alive, but she is dead when he reaches home. The tragic death of her husband help her to grasp the beauty of life and the fact that she does not have much more time to live it. In an hour of time she comes to peace with herself and wins her "battle".
The wind howled defiantly against my body as though to fling me from the very precipice I walked. “Go back” it all but seemed to howl as it tore at the heavy cloak bearing the brunt of the assault. “You’ll never make it.”
She looked out towards the sky, weak rays of sunlight were breaking through the horizon. She knew people were beginning to stir. She also knew that she would have to leave soon. She just wished she didn’t have
The green scales that were scattered across her body. The inky hair of one head and dyed brown of the other. The forked tongues; the multicolored eyes, slitted like a reptiles; even
All of a sudden, Quinn heard a piercing scream. It was loud, lasting for a half a second. There was no cry of help, just a shriek. Quinn wanted to run. She wanted to hear her feet tapping against the pavement as she left this nightmare. But her legs were frozen to the street. She did start running, more like sprinting, towards the sound. It was stupid, she felt stupid, like some hero, but she no longer had control over her body.