THE END	 THE END

 by Eugenie Chua

  

 Author's website: http://www.tomparisdorm.com/genie/place.html

 Disclaimer: Not mine, no money, don't sue.

 Author's Notes: Blame this on Raven. Her challenge about having Fraser or
RayK as the last man on Earth sparked this idea and I just have to write
it. This is also the first story that I freaked myself out with. 
Wrote this in 40 mins, definitely not beta'd so all mistakes are mine,
thank you kindly. 

 Story Notes: Warnings: The story's kinda disturbing, and there's some bad
language.

 

 

 April 2001  THE END
 By Eugenie Chua 

 Papers ruffling, cans clunking, dust swirling around down the empty
streets. Empty except for the papers, cans, and all the other junks that
were left behind by billions of humans that had once populated the surface
of the planet called Earth. Now, all that remained of the once vibrant
planet were the cockroaches. Lower life forms of insectoid scavengers. 

 Cockroaches, once hated by all higher life forms, now ruled the world.
They, and one single humanoid life form was all that remained of the
planet. And dust. 

 "Damned roaches," the once proud man yelled. "Of all the species that
could've survived, it had to be the cockroaches! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG
WITH YOU?!?!" He screamed at the gray sky, his voice echoing through the
empty buildings. "COCKROACHES?!?! COULDN'T YOU HAVE LET SOME OTHER MORE
USEFUL SPECIES SURVIVED INSTEAD?! Like the HUMANS perhaps?!" 

 If his friends were around, they would've thought he had lost his
memories again, but there was no one around. No one but the bloody
roaches. Benton Fraser, ex-Constable of the ex-RCMP of the ex-Canada was
the lone survivor of a global disaster. He had no idea how he had survived
and he didn't care. Not any more. At first he had tried to work out what
happened and where did all the people went, but eventually, he gave up.
What was the point? They were gone, and he was still here. 

 Only he wished he wasn't. He couldn't remember how many times he had
pointed a gun at himself, finger at the trigger, only to chickened out at
the last minute. 

 "Bloody fucking roaches!" Fraser cursed again as an entire fleet of
cockroaches scurried away from their hiding place behind a garbage can
Fraser kicked. He had justified his cowardice by telling himself that he
was the only one left to remember them. The history of mankind, how far
they had come and what they had accomplished in such a short period of
existence. And eventually, it was that accomplishment that had killed them
all. "Self destructive idiots! That's the humans! AND THANK YOU VERY MUCH
FOR WARNING US!!" Again, he yelled at the sky. 

 "It's not His fault you know." 

 Fraser spun around, almost losing his balance in his hast. "What the..." 

 "My gosh! Look at you son, you're a mess!" The ghost of Robert Fraser
said. 

 "A mess?! I'm a mess?! LOOK AROUND YOU! It's the END OF THE FUCKING WORLD
AND YOU'RE TELLING ME I'M A MESS?!?!!?" 

 "There's no need to yell! Besides, even if it's the end of the world,
doesn't mean you have to give up all your values and self-respect." 

 "And who the fuck's going to notice?! You?! Where the hell have you been
for the last 3 years when all this started?! And don't you tell me it's
not His fault because if it isn't His fault, then I have no idea whose
fucking fault it is!" 

 "Watch your language! If you ever let your mother hear that..." 

 "MOTHER?! She's dead! YOU'RE dead! The whole fucking WORLD IS DEAD!!" 

 "You're not." 

 "And why is that?! Oh, please do tell me oh-wise one! WHY THE HELL AM I
STILL ALIVE?!?!?!" 

 "He has greater plans for you, son." 

 "I don't give a fuck about His plans!! He can go fuck himself for all I
care!" Fraser screamed. 

 A thunder sounded at this. 

 "Watch what you're saying, son, He doesn't like it." 

 "Or what?! He'll strike me down with lightning!? Fine! GO AHEAD!! DO
IT!!!!" 

 "Benton, I told you he had greater plans for you." 

 "I DON'T GIVE A FUCKING DAMN ABOUT HIS PLANS!" Fraser yelled, running
into a store that had once rented videos. Ducking behind what had been
once the cash register, he produced a gun. 

 "Son, what are you doing?" 

 "What does it look like, dad?" 

 "Don't do it son! You need to remember them! Who will be here to remember
them if you're gone?!" 

 "Maybe they should've thought about that before they push the 'fire'
button and vaporized themselves!" 

 "Don't do it son!" 

 "Watch me!" Fraser's voice was oddly calm. The roaches scurried away, and
the sound produced by man was heard for the last time on Earth. 

 The End.
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