Hope to Escape

Amidst the tempest of thunder and lightning, rain cascading like a waterfall, Alisha stood resolute in the heart of her drenched lawn. Her weary hands gripped a blood-stained sword, rainwater mingling with the crimson as it trickled down the blade. Her gaze, both dry and moist with irony, was fixated on the stormy heavens, as if awaiting a blessing cloaked within this curse.

The chaos around her seemed insignificant, whether the fallen at her feet were the cherished or mere sacks of lifeless weight. The pouring rain was a fitting backdrop for her turmoil, washing away the world's sins or perhaps accentuating them.

With little regard for her surroundings, Alisha's mind seemed to dwell in another realm, one anticipating a strike of divine fortune amidst the torrential chaos. It was a night that should have been her triumph, her love, her union; a night of marriage veiled in auspicious attire. Yet, her gown was tainted in red, not with celebration, but with the blood of her beloved, a stain that seemed to mark her destiny.

Her eyes shifted to the form of her would-be husband, his life force ebbing away with a wound to his abdomen. The blood flowed towards her, pooling around her feet, a silent plea for mercy, imprinting her shoes like a sinister seal. This was her 76th iteration, a cycle she was trapped within, memories fractured like a shattered mirror reflecting scattered images.

Was it the 20th time? No, perhaps the 34th. It didn't matter anymore. What counted was her yearning to shatter the chains of this relentless cycle, to break free from a system that reveled in her torment.

"Even if I have to traverse the realms of hell, I'll find you. The creator of this nightmare. And I'll make you pay," she muttered through gritted teeth, her voice infused with a chilling resolve.

In a world where darkness and malevolence condemn souls, the act of committing the unthinkable would seal one's fate. Yet, for Alisha, it was her means of liberation, her path to salvation. The number of cycles lost significance; whether she had lived this life dozens or hundreds of times, her determination to obliterate the architect of her suffering grew with every rebirth. She carried on, not because she desired to, but because it was the only way forward she could envision, the only way to escape the relentless loop that bound her.

As the storm raged on, so did her quest for retribution, the clash of nature mirroring the turmoil in her heart. Amidst the chaos, Alisha's vow echoed like a battle cry, a promise to unravel the twisted threads of her existence and confront the one who held her captive within the corridors of time.

For us, committing the unthinkable, unspeakable, or evil, marks the end of our life and hope to be in heaven, near to God; but for Alisha, it was the opposite. It was her redemption and the only way to move forward. Although she had lost count, of how many times she had to repeat her lifetime, or when did it start, when was it that she entered this damned system, her thirst to slain the creator grows STRONGER each day. There's no other way for her but to carry on with it in order to escape; atleast that's what she hopes.