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Molasses #17. Death Sentence with Butterscotch, Hot Fudge, and Sprinkles
Story : knights
Rating : R (fairly violent and creepy)
Timeframe : 1234
Word Count : 708
Yes, it's cryptic. Kudos to anyone with a clue what it's about. No, pretty darn sure you won't be seeing any more of this fellow, I invented him just for this piece.
This? The slumbering form beneath the blankets scarcely looked as if she’d be a threat to so much as a mouse. This is what you’re afraid of?
I am not afraid.
Right. The woman slowly rolled to her back, the covers shifting over her distended belly. Filas could all but touch the wave of revulsion and fright the goddess cast him as his eyes slid down the stranger’s form. He settled, with a frown, on her middle, transfixed by the slow rise and fall until his breaths matched her own.
Why do you hesitate? This is what we have searched for.
Filas fought to lift a hand that suddenly felt like lead at his side. The blankets bunched and twitched with the subtle spasms of life that stirred within.
Well?
Yes, my Lady. He brought the hand to the height of her swollen abdomen, magic stirring along his spine. Unseen feet tapped out a response against his palm. Energy coursed through his veins, the channels opening, beckoning to the life of the other. The woman sighed, head lolling against the pillow.
There was a hiss. Filas whipped his head round, fingers clenching over the blankets. A pair of sharp green eyes caught him from a shadowed corner of the floor, and a spotted cat paced into the light, limbs taut and tail waving. Filas clenched his teeth as the goddess let forth a wail that reverberated painfully off the interior of his skull.
A soft, sleepy moan issued from his victim, and his attention snapped back to the task at hand. The woman stirred, her eyelids fluttered. The cat let out a meowl, and the woman's eyes flew open, wide and green and set on the hand laid over her belly. Her lips parted, to voice a question, sound an alarm, he knew not what, but no option was a favorable one.
His free hand slammed down over her jaw, forcing her voice into muffled submission. She writhed beneath him as he pinned her, head and waist, to the bed. The magic surged and he no longer thought to separate mother and child, but drew on both. Too flustered to control the flow, it swept over him, burning and choking him, the ethereal screaming blotted out by the throb of magic.
The woman swiped at his palm with her teeth, her arms flailing at the hand set to her middle, all to no avail. The energy poured from her body, her struggles ever weaker as it fled, his grip ever stronger as it spilled into him.
There was a sudden sting at his back, a tearing of his clothes and flesh. He let the lifeless body slump against the mattress to bat at the cat that hung, tooth and nail embedded, from his shoulder. The beast flew, hissing, across the room, slammed into a dresser, and slid to the floor.
It’s done. He picked at the blood and threads along his shoulder as he made for the door. The room lurched and spun, more energy than one ought to contain still coursing through him.
No.
She’s dead. That’s what you wanted.
I wanted the child dead.
Same thing.
“Fool.”
Filas stopped, hand on the knob, energy sliding from him like it had been doused with ice water.
“A coward and her fool.”
Filas turned slowly on his heel.
The woman he swore he’d just murdered stood behind him, skin pale and taut, deep, dark circles cut beneath her eyes, but very much alive. “Where do you think you’re going?” she continued, in a voice far too powerful to come from such a tiny frame in such a battered state.
“I-”
The woman raised a hand and his throat slid closed. He flailed his mouth at the air, the voice in his head peaking in a frenzy of unintelligible syllables while his body flooded with magic. The energy pooled and burned, with nowhere to go and nothing to do, as the woman stared him down and his lungs folded in on themselves. He sank to his knees, the stranger’s sudden laughter mingling with his patron’s garbled cries.
Filas threw his hands out to meet the floor as it raced toward his face, darkness covering him before he reached it.
Story : knights
Rating : R (fairly violent and creepy)
Timeframe : 1234
Word Count : 708
Yes, it's cryptic. Kudos to anyone with a clue what it's about. No, pretty darn sure you won't be seeing any more of this fellow, I invented him just for this piece.
This? The slumbering form beneath the blankets scarcely looked as if she’d be a threat to so much as a mouse. This is what you’re afraid of?
I am not afraid.
Right. The woman slowly rolled to her back, the covers shifting over her distended belly. Filas could all but touch the wave of revulsion and fright the goddess cast him as his eyes slid down the stranger’s form. He settled, with a frown, on her middle, transfixed by the slow rise and fall until his breaths matched her own.
Why do you hesitate? This is what we have searched for.
Filas fought to lift a hand that suddenly felt like lead at his side. The blankets bunched and twitched with the subtle spasms of life that stirred within.
Well?
Yes, my Lady. He brought the hand to the height of her swollen abdomen, magic stirring along his spine. Unseen feet tapped out a response against his palm. Energy coursed through his veins, the channels opening, beckoning to the life of the other. The woman sighed, head lolling against the pillow.
There was a hiss. Filas whipped his head round, fingers clenching over the blankets. A pair of sharp green eyes caught him from a shadowed corner of the floor, and a spotted cat paced into the light, limbs taut and tail waving. Filas clenched his teeth as the goddess let forth a wail that reverberated painfully off the interior of his skull.
A soft, sleepy moan issued from his victim, and his attention snapped back to the task at hand. The woman stirred, her eyelids fluttered. The cat let out a meowl, and the woman's eyes flew open, wide and green and set on the hand laid over her belly. Her lips parted, to voice a question, sound an alarm, he knew not what, but no option was a favorable one.
His free hand slammed down over her jaw, forcing her voice into muffled submission. She writhed beneath him as he pinned her, head and waist, to the bed. The magic surged and he no longer thought to separate mother and child, but drew on both. Too flustered to control the flow, it swept over him, burning and choking him, the ethereal screaming blotted out by the throb of magic.
The woman swiped at his palm with her teeth, her arms flailing at the hand set to her middle, all to no avail. The energy poured from her body, her struggles ever weaker as it fled, his grip ever stronger as it spilled into him.
There was a sudden sting at his back, a tearing of his clothes and flesh. He let the lifeless body slump against the mattress to bat at the cat that hung, tooth and nail embedded, from his shoulder. The beast flew, hissing, across the room, slammed into a dresser, and slid to the floor.
It’s done. He picked at the blood and threads along his shoulder as he made for the door. The room lurched and spun, more energy than one ought to contain still coursing through him.
No.
She’s dead. That’s what you wanted.
I wanted the child dead.
Same thing.
“Fool.”
Filas stopped, hand on the knob, energy sliding from him like it had been doused with ice water.
“A coward and her fool.”
Filas turned slowly on his heel.
The woman he swore he’d just murdered stood behind him, skin pale and taut, deep, dark circles cut beneath her eyes, but very much alive. “Where do you think you’re going?” she continued, in a voice far too powerful to come from such a tiny frame in such a battered state.
“I-”
The woman raised a hand and his throat slid closed. He flailed his mouth at the air, the voice in his head peaking in a frenzy of unintelligible syllables while his body flooded with magic. The energy pooled and burned, with nowhere to go and nothing to do, as the woman stared him down and his lungs folded in on themselves. He sank to his knees, the stranger’s sudden laughter mingling with his patron’s garbled cries.
Filas threw his hands out to meet the floor as it raced toward his face, darkness covering him before he reached it.