TM: 114
Being a goddess allowed Flidais to experience many things that would be considered extremely unhealthy or suicidal by mortal standards. It was this ability that had landed her in the current situation. For the past few weeks she had been masquerading as Teresa, a Latin beauty who’s only skills in life where her efficiency on a dance pole and the amount of lines she could snort without her heart giving out.
She had been hired for entertainment purposes by some wannabe lothario, who happened to also be a middleman for a large drug supply ring. The deal had been simple a car would take her from the club to his place where she would ‘entertain’ until approximately four in the morning and the car would return and take her back to the club. Unfortunately her ‘entertaining’ had been cut short by a knock at the door. Moments later there were silenced gunshots and the sounds of ransacking began.
Flidais had her back pressed up against the hallway wall when she overhead a single cryptic comment.
“Juan Valdez has been separated from his donkey.”
Her eyes widened as her divinity allowed her to understand the meaning behind that.
Shit you’ve got to go Flidais. You’ve got to go now!
It always surprised her how easily she forgot that she could just make herself disappear and as a shadow loomed in the doorway that is exactly what she did. Now invisible she moved through apartment undisturbed, coming to a halt in the living room where Carlos’ blood covered body now lay. She stared at it for a few minutes, oddly fascinated with the ever-growing pool of blood before she finally left the premises and then New York deciding that it was time for her to go back to being a Goddess.
Muse: Flidais - Celtic Mythology
Word count: 300