Short Story: Naval Officer Taken Prisoner

Words: 543
Pages: 3

Seldom did her lips taste of pomegranate anymore, but when they did fury erupted inside of her, and it was no longer iron running through her veins, but ichor - the substance of immortals and sovereign of men. No trace of the subservient mouse remained, instead she became a vindictive creature of springtime immortality, refusing compliance, refusing to surrender. Bullets for teeth and a throat full of gunpowder, she was a loaded pistol starved of carnage, crimson dripping from her fingertips. From a fissure in the wall, a sliver of moonlight illuminated the scarlet fury coating her hands up to her elbows. In the blood she saw her reflection, a haunting beast of shadows and unadulterated retribution - not of her own, but of others. Hatred so strong one alone could not bear it without crumpling under the weight, like a puppet whose strings had loosened. This woman had thorns for eyes and arrowhead cheeks, a hollowed-out variant of what was once vital and alive and whole. In this existence she was a graceless tyrant, a weapon created solely for the purpose of destruction - in some life, she guessed she'd pay for such monstrosity. She saw the headlines: Naval Officer Taken Prisoner - and then a snapshot of her, a feral dog snapping at the camera, thorns for eyes and arrowhead cheeks - broken, hopeless. …show more content…
On one side was a field of evergreen where dandelions bloomed, spring roamed free, and where she stood amidst the screams of the condemned death traced the shape of her neck with a single