Thursday, August 10, 2006
Purely fictional
'Tell me, what's her name?' I implored him. I could see his wrinkled face, horror-struck as his hand held down his daughter's shoulder. He knew not what to do. Puzzled, he looked at me and I saw a glimpse of fear in his eyes. His quizzing eyes prompted me to focus on my work. I had to start it as quickly as I had to end it. I twisted my ring inwards as I placed my palm over her forehead. She writhed in pain as I blew prayers into her right ear. 'Tell me, what's her name?!' I asked her father, stressing the urgency.
'Sh...sh..Sharon,' he muttered, his hands shaking fervorishly. He looked at his daughter, she squirmed and shrieked as her name was mentioned. I could see his worried look - his heart breaking, having to see his daughter suffer in agony. 'Please, whatever you do, stop this!' He cried amidst the thunderous roar that engulfed the room. The lights flickered; the shadows played on the wall. Then, I saw Alice as he stood at the bedpost, whispering prayers as he nervously fingered his rosary. His eyes were bloodshot as he focused them on the girl, his head bent. The black suit he wore made him loom with a dark radiance.
'The name's Damnation. Cyle Damnation. Remember me?' I kneeled at the edge of the bed. My right hand still upon her brow, I took out a small phial. Ripping the cap off with my teeth, I poured the content all over her torso. I blew into her face, reciting silently in my heart. She began to struggle and her mouth gnashed as it threatened to bite me. I withdrew quickly and pressed my right palm deeply - chanelling my every effort in maintaining that grasp as I held her head down and kept her eyes closed. She screamed and I shouted even louder, "I'll release thee from thy bond. You, cut the ropes!" I barked at Alice. He looked up sharply at me, for the first time that night. Our eyes met, and we knew what has to be done. Despite the father's protest on the only physical deterrence from his still-striken daughter, Alice produced a small knife from his inner pocket, brought it up and sliced through the bonds tying her feet and hands to the bedpost. Without a moment wasted, she made for my throat and pushed me violently off the bed. She took the bait. I was prepared for this.
[to be continued]
'quill took his life @ 6:57 pm
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