The Prompt

_I didn't really know what to think when I saw her sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a pink negligee with a hatchet lying across her lap.

The Judge

This week's judge is once again Siobhan Muir, the reigning queen of flash fiction!  Find out more about her at her website.

The Rules

  1. Story must continue from the prompt. (This means the prompt is the first sentence of the story.)
  2. No more than 500 words (not including the prompt)
  3. Any genre (in fact an unexpected genre will get you more points.)
  4. Entries must be submitted by Tuesday Noon EST
  5. The winner of each week's competition will be invited to judge the following week.
  6. Have fun!
11/21/2011 06:45:14 am

I didn't really know what to think when I saw her sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a pink negligee with a hatchet lying across her lap. It was still my Molly but she looked different somehow, haunted or was it shell shocked? I tiptoed into the room and gently took the hatchet from her lap. It had blood streaked across it and something else I wasn’t sure how to describe.
What had happened? What had she done with the hatchet? And why?
She looked up at me with those great luminous blue pools and I melted .whatever she had done I didn’t care. This was my Molly and I’d hide and dismember a body for her if need be. Molly started crying great loud sobs with torrents of tears as I took her in my arms.
“Whatever happened Molly? It will be okay.”
“How can any of this be all right? I’ve killed him.” she muttered almost incoherently but I understood it.
“None of this matters, only protecting you. Now who is it you’ve killed and where is the body I asked looking around?”
“I have to get rid of it .It can’t stay here. They’ll know what I’ve done and I’ll be arrested.” Molly continued as if she was registering anything I was saying. She motioned pulling the body by his arm
“I’ll chop it up in little pieces and place it in garbage bags” She said as she pulled the body further across the room towards the bathroom.
The body seemed like a big man .He had dark hair not unlike mine and was dressed simply in clothes similar to mine. I tried to help her move the body but she pushed me aside saying...“Why did you make me do this?” as she bent down to the body.
“Please Molly let me help you .I want to help I pleaded but she continued to ignore me as she concentrated on the body.
Somehow she had the hatchet again and she start hacking. It was a tedious job and messy. I begged again to help but was rebuffed as she continued to do it herself. I was feeling slightly ill with all of this, but I steeled myself this was my Molly I would help her.
She started placing the pieces in little bags all the while crying. She started muttering something under her breath and I struggled to hear...“Even now I feel you here.” I finally understood her to she say.
“Molly there’s no such things as ghosts.” I answered “He can’t harm you now.”
“I loved you once.” She said to the pieces she placed in the bag.
She loved him? Who was this body?
I starred long at hard at the body finally my gaze reaching his face and I knew in a moment who this was and why she had been ignoring me. She’d had the hatchet all along.
487 words

11/21/2011 08:05:42 am

I didn't really know what to think when I saw her sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a pink negligee with a hatchet lying across her lap. It scared the bejeezus out of me that I hadn’t noticed her when they tossed me into the cell, but I’d been too busy staring at Graham, hanging from the wall by his wrists.

So being me, fighting fear, I opted for a smart ass response.

“I thought this was a BDSM club, Rainsa. You look positively domestic. Pink really isn’t your color, but the hatchet is a nice touch. That ought to really get the pain sluts’ motors going.”

“As though you know about such things. My darling daughter, you’re positively Victorian when it comes to sex.” She nodded to Graham. “Do you let him get you naked or make him poke you through a hole in the sheet?”

The succubus stood gracefully and crossed the cell, the tangerine glow of sexual energy trailing behind her.

“Werewolves have such stamina, you know.” She clawed his chest, carving jagged red lines into his flesh. He whimpered.

In a lightning move, she swung the hatchet and buried it into the heavy muscles of his thigh. Moans turned to screams as he bucked against the chains holding him. He opened eyes of molten gold, finding me across the room.

“Rainsa!” I shouted.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I don’t target anything truly important. He can heal everything else. But the silver blade burns so badly, doesn’t it, Puppy?”

“Kelly.” The barely intelligible growl turned to a wounded cry as she pulled the hatchet free and drew back for another swing.

I grabbed Rainsa by the hair and yanked her clean off her feet. She landed hard on her back with a shriek and I followed her down, slamming my knees into her gut. Her scream cut off in a choked gurgle. She turned her head, heaving, but I kept her pinned down. I drew both Sigs and clicked the safeties off, jamming the barrels in her face.

“Confession time,” I said calmly. “Tell me what you want from me.”

“You’re a light weaver,” she hissed.

“And you’re a creature of the light. On a normal day, I just sever your ties to this plane and send you home for a little while. Why change the game?”
She smiled. “Power, Valor. It’s all about power.”

“The shadowkind are promising you a cushy universal government job? You get to be the Milky Way czarina or something?”

“Something like that.”

“The shadow energy wants to destroy the light, Rainsa. How does working with them end well for you?”

“I will be transformed,” she whispered, a zealous joy lighting her eyes.

“You’re already dead. You just don’t know it.”

“You can’t kill me,” she scoffed. “Only the vessel.”

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve, Mother.”

I wrapped the orange energy around my hand and I didn’t stop pulling until I knelt in a pile of ash.

500 words

11/22/2011 12:04:35 am

I didn't really know what to think when I saw her sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a pink negligee with a hatchet lying across her lap.
Then I remembered she was going to the party. “Seriously, Molly, that’s what you are going with?”
“Why, what’s wrong with this? I like it don’t you?”
The contrast between her innocent deflated expression and the outfit made my brain ache, although I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a stirring somewhere else as well. “You can’t go out in public like that.”
“They said there is a five hundred dollar prize for the best costume. I’m thinking I have a shot with Molly Hatchet in the bedroom.”
“You have a shot alright. The problem is you’ll get a lot more propositions of another kind.”
“I’m a big girl Larry, I can handle myself. She grinned. “You know you could have come to the party if you wanted too.”
“You know I’m busy tonight.”
“Well you’d better not be busy later,” Molly kissed me long and hard.
She put on a trench coat and I dropped her off in front of the fancy mansion, promising to get her in exactly one hour and telling her to call me if she ran into any trouble.
I went to go take care of my errands and came back to get her exactly on time. Molly came skipping out the front door covered in blood with a huge grin on her face.
“Molly, I told you to call me if you ran into trouble.”
“They were no trouble at all.”
“You just love to make a mess don’t you?” I sighed.
“Yup!” she chimed brightly. “So how did dinner with the ambassador go?”
“You know, it was the standard drill, a little poison in the wine, I spent most of the time cleaning up behind me, it’s called finesse.”
“No evidence or no witnesses, it’s all the same to me. How much did we get paid this time?”
“$1.2 million I’ve already verified it.”
“Very nice, it sounds like it’s time to celebrate”
“Sure thing Molly, but you might want to change first.”


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