week twelve will go down as another good week because i was able to create freely, collaborated with friends and got the chance to revisit an old story, the story of Rita Silver. they are two sides to Silver and it was while working with Melissa Mittelholzer that i felt that she would be a great to bring The Lover to life. as mentioned, i created the two sides of Rita Silver after watching how female characters were being portrayed in movies. the female characters for some reason, no matter of their success, seemed to always be weak when it came to the male characters that played their love interest. i didn't quite like the message it was sending that men had that kind of power over women. so as a treat i will let you all read the story that Darian Mudruh wrote, hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think.

RITA Silver:

The Lover

RITA’S VILLAGE

The usually Orange skies of Planet Argonous were clouded by gray, as green raindrops splattered on the ground. In a small villa, Rita Silver lay in bed, locked in embrace with her lover, Mohammad.

“I shall miss you, Rita.” Mohammad said regretfully.

“You don’t have to go, Mohammad.” Rita replied.

“It is my duty.” Mohammad stated. “I am the general of your father’s army, and Ledeno’s men will not kill themselves.”

“Is this war truly necessary?” Rita asked, rising off the bed to her feet. “Why do we need to fight the blue skins? Why can’t we share this planet?”

“Because this planet belongs to OUR people.” Mohammad responded. “We are the aboriginals of Argonous. If we do not show them might, they will walk over us. They have tried to do so before!”

Rita paced back and forth in frustration.

“We have never tried integration!” Rita exclaimed. “And we should! This civil war has torn our planet apart. War will consume us, Mohammad! Don’t you understand?”

Rita sat beside Mohammad, kissing him on the cheek. Mohammad grabbed Rita’s hand, and brought it to his chest.

“You don’t have to fight.” Rita said softly. “What about peace?”

“You are stubborn, Rita Silver.” Mohammad said, smiling. “But then, so am I. I suppose…that is why we fit.”

Mohammad kissed Rita on the lips, before rising from Rita’s bed and departing.

BLACK SKORN DESERT

Mohammad and the aboriginal army marched in scorching heat, wiping the sweat from their temples. As they made their way to battle, they found a group of people blocking their path.

“What is the meaning of this?” Mohammad asked, looking at the civilians dressed in rags. “What are you aboriginals doing with the blue skins? They are our enemy!”

“They’re friends.” Rita said, revealing herself by taking off her hood.

“Rita, what’re you doing out here?!” Mohammad shouted. “Does your father even know about this?”

“I’m here because I implore you to stop this violence!” Rita exclaimed. “There has been too much bloodshed! Do you see us, Mohammad? Aboriginals and Blue skins standing as one. It can be done!”

Mohammad and his army looked ahead, as the leader of the blue skins, Ledeno, approached with his army.

“What a lovely day for a massacre!” Shouted the youthful Ledeno. “Mohammad, it is a pleasure to see you again! I’ll have fun slaughtering THIS rag tag group of soldiers as well!”

Mohammad and Ledeno’s respected armies looked on at each other, both blockaded by Rita and her protesters.

“Ledeno, I urge you to turn back! Now!” Rita screamed. “You and my father can work this out…bring stability to this world by coming together!”

One of Ledeno’s soldiers nervously aimed his gun at Mohammad.

“Rita, you foolish woman!” Mohammad yelled. “There can be no peace! There can only be a winner…and a loser!”

Amidst the bickering, Ledeno’s soldier nervously fired a shot at Mohammad, causing Rita to instinctively push Mohammad out of the way. Taking the full brunt of the energy blast, Rita dropped to the floor.

“R-rita?!” Mohammad stammered, cradling Rita. “No…don’t do this to me, understand. Don’t…”

“Mohammad….don’t go down this road.” Rita wheezed. “You’re soul is too beautiful…to be tainted…any furth-- “

Rita died in Mohammad’s arms. Mohammad closed Rita’s eyelids and carefully placed her body to the ground.

“Attack.” Mohammad said quietly. His eyes were focused on the soldier who took Rita’s life.

“I SAID ATTACK!!!” Mohammad shrieked. Mohammad and Ledeno’s men charged at each other, stampeding over the peaceful protesters. The violent war had begun anew.

THE END