Daniel looked out across the large expanse. The devastation,
the lack of life, with every single entity crushed or removed from existence. He
held onto his beretta M9ai pistol, with one hand, with the m16a4 rifle gripped
by the other. He tensed his fingers slightly, wondering why he continued to
fight, despite the obvious disadvantage. They were all, each of them, every
single person he’d known, loved or remotely cared for, gone.
He shook his head, his body sore from exertion, staying alive, as the heat continued to batter his weary body. He’d dragged himself through this entire mess, further than he’d ever expected to take himself. He’d survived by the very skin upon his flayed hands.
He stepped back a few steps, finally realising the futility
of continuing with whatever madness called a mission he’d been set. Turning, he
glanced across at one of the very few buildings still standing. Barely. More or
less destroyed, with a few walls here and there. He stepped forward, a few
steps, allowing his body to finally accept its fate. This was the moment. No
more. He simply did not wish to continue. It was over.
He placed a hand against one of the standing walls, feeling
the texture, the very essence and years of building design. Humanity’s last
day, upon the very world that had created him. He smiled, the realisation
settling into his weary mind. Moving away from the wall, he stepped through a
broken archway, to see a piano. His smile grew, as he approached the pure work
of art. He hadn’t seen such a grand sight for many, many years and right now,
it could possibly warm his very soul. He’d enjoy feeling, despite the atrocious
events he’d witnessed. The carnage. The depraved skill at which they’d managed
to sweep through their desperate strategies.
He placed the rifle against the piano’s leg, with the pistol
set aside near the front of the raised, long, wooden lid. His weary shoulders
shook away the heavy carry all, as he rested the satchel against the other
piano leg. He lifted the top, emotions stirring, as the white and black keys
appeared. A work of beauty, a moment of wonder, within the very end of his
thoughts. He sat on the small stool, wondering what to play. This, as he
realised, might be his very last song. The moment he pressed a key, they’d know
his location. He didn’t care. He didn’t mind at all, as his entire world was already
gone. His wife, his children, his family, taken from him and that was the only
reason to continue to fight. To Daniel, as long as there was one family left
alive to protect, he’d do his job. He’d fight until the last drop of blood
remained within his battered body.
He pushed aside the realisation that even the underground
bunkers, any undersea sanctuaries, had been blown to smithereens. There was the
possibility that there was no-one alive to fight for. He placed his hand at the
C position, smiling, understanding, that he’d soon see each of his loved ones
again. It was time. It was his moment to say goodbye to life.
He moved a set of keys, hearing the majestic sound flow from
the piano into the very life-giving air. The silence, this vacant place,
suddenly filled with the rapture of creation and life. He continued, the song
forming, an amalgamation of every single moment of his imagination and
knowledge. He wished for this to start slow, to work forward, to express his
inner desire and longing.
Within the moments between keys, he felt them, around him, as
his eyes remained firmly closed. He ignored whatever, whomever, had suddenly
found him. He continued to play, the hammers striking their chosen chords with
effortless perfection. The aural pleasure and splendour still escaping into the
stricken, foreboding world. He felt the energy rise within him, the calm
breaking into pure emotion as he literally felt the keys auditory reverence.
The beauty, the crescendo of sound and rhythm reaching the
pinnacle of his creation, resounded within his heart as his mind accepted the
coming moments. The human race, the species that had so much love, so much
tolerance, amongst the terrible acts of madness, did not deserve such a messy
end. He pressed and held the very last key for his chosen epiphany. It was his
time. The moment realised, acted upon, with the resulting rapture coming to an
end. He closed the lid, standing, as he moved the stool to his left. He could
reach for the rifle, or pistol, but this was the time to end all of the
fighting.
He turned, as he opened his eyes. Defiant. Proud. A person
that knew his worth and did his duty until the very end. Even though the task
was hopeless, he continued and persevered. His eyes glanced across many, many
alien armoured souls. Hundreds upon hundreds of them, all gathered around the
shattered and virtually vacant building. One the aliens stepped forward and,
uncharacteristically, nodded. He’d never witnessed any of them, not one, make
such a gesture. They’d seemed almost mechanical in their wanton destruction and
this moment, meant that they had a soul, an appreciation, an understanding of
what they’d done.
Daniel nodded in return, watching, completely calm, as the
long glass blade struck his throat. The world turned black but, within his
mind, he could still hear the ecstasy and reverence of his chosen song played
upon the beautiful piano. He was free. Finally free. He could hear his heart fading, lingering,
wondering, as his heart stopped. His last thought, his very last gesture before
his heart stopped, was to press the the small switch that rested next to his
fingertips. The satchel behind him exploded with such force that every single
living entity within a five hundred metre radius turned to ash in an instant.
--
The teacher smiled, realising that a few of the class
members weren’t really listening, as she continued nonetheless, “Now class, here
we have the last known remnant of the Human Race. Upon that day, the last few
brave souls hunted and killed the last survivor who, upon that day, played the
most majestic instrument we had ever witnessed upon any of the conquered
worlds. Upon that last moment, the remaining human sacrificed himself in one
vain, dramatic, but fruitless demonstration of futility. Here, next to me, is
the instrument that played the song that you’re listening now. This marked the
passing of time, of our victory, with the Humans called this item, the piano!”
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