This is the third installment of my Less Than 1000 Stories. This one, I have no title for. I just started writing, and this came out. Give me suggestions for a title, and I will chose which one to use, and edit this with the title. (Without this paragraph, the story itself IS less than 1000 words)
WARNING: This is may be a bit dark.
Standard disclaimer applies to this story.
The Alternative Choice
Destruction was all around him, and death was at his feet. Three forms lay on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial just a few feet below him, and tears flowed from the boys face as his fists clenched in both sorrow and rage. Blue arcs of electricity danced over his white knuckles.
Why He thought. Why did they have to die? Dear God in heaven, why did that have to die?