[originally this was a submission for a 250-word Orcs & Elves fan-fiction contest on Joystiq

...they did not respond.]

"You stole my boyfriend, Blanche." She said, raising the sawed-off shotgun with what the mangled remains of what used to be her award-winning elbow.
 
"No, Rose, think about what you're doing..." Blanche, blood streaming down her face, squinted at the mass of rage and maliciousness that used to be her best friend. Just two days ago she would have never guessed that Rose was capable of pointing a gun at her. She couldn't have foreseen the twists and turns that had occurred. The drowning of the infant had been bad enough, although both that and her bank heist betrayal had still been forgiveable. But to turn on her like this... The Golden Days were over.
 
Blanche's gaping eye socket made it difficult to follow her line of sight and, thus, her intentions. But her walker was nearly close enough to reach, and Rose had lost all trust that she once held for her dear friend.
 
"Please, Rose... Remember Tampa."
 
But Blanche's pitiful plea fell on nearly-deaf ears. "Tampa, Blanche? Remember Tampa?" There was a beat before the noise of the shotgun going off, leaving a splayed mush of meat and brain matter where Blanche's face had just been.
 
Rose slung the shotgun over her injured shoulder and shook her head. "Alzheimer's, bitch."
 
It was finally over...
 
...or so Rose thought. Because that was the moment that there was a pounding noise and the door was flung open. There, in the dim light that filtered in from the battle-scarred hallway, stood Cecilia.
 
And she had brought the Elves. And she had brought the Orcs.