Apocalypse would not have bothered her at that minute.It was the war that she was fighting that was worth everything.Coming to think of it she was never a great fighter. I mean the fight-till-your -last-breath really did not amuse her.What would you do if you fight till the last breath and end up losing it. Frankly not worth it is it? Quite a risk if you ask me.
This was different. This was no fight.It was war and even though she had lost innumerable times she had decided that she was not going to give up this time. Really was it innumerable? She tried counting.. 184.108.40.206.18… well not really innumerable lets just say the numbers were quite high that were embarrassing. OK if you guys insist so much on knowing ,well every time there has ever been a fight. Happy!!. Really she was quite the honest person.
She knew for a fact that this war could not be won on brawl. So she had to think and think fast and act even faster.It was time to prove her mettle. It was time to show the world that that her mind was a tiger on prowl. It was time to stop this dribble with words and actually do something like go to the next line. Just then it happened.She knew victory was hers if she played the cards carefully. Between their embroiled hands one of them had accidentally done it. “Isn’t that your favourite actress” she said to her brother looking at the television screen The damsel was posing to the cameras in quite what shall we say a questionable outfit. His grip loosened for a split second. That was enough for her to act. It was hers. The TV remote was hers. She hugged it tight like the Oscar or something and one could almost hear her say “my precious”.
She looked it her brother’s shocked face, yeah the face that you have when u lose out on a war and told him “elementary my dear boy! elementary” and switched the channel from the soccer match to The Oprah Winfrey Show.