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I am.

I was created by my husband, Dionysus, to be his faithful companion.
This is all I know, and all I need to know.

It is all about to change.

He is dying now, betrayed, murdered by his best friend.

I attempt to bring him some comfort, trying to warm up his cooling flesh, but it gets colder nonetheless.

He opens his eyes for what I know is the last time, and whispers something.


Suddenly I am thrown back, hit by an invisible force.

As I lie on the floor, I gradually become aware of this knowledge surging through my brain, strength flowing into my body.

I am sure now that my love is dead, for I am liberated.
And I know exactly what to do.

One word. "Marcus". The betrayer stands before me, fear in his eyes. He does not know how he got back here, but he knows I'm in charge now.

"Please," he begs, but I am not moved by this pathetic creature's plea.

I reach to my right and snatch a small bottle filled with a dark liquid out of the air.

"Do you know what this is?" I ask him.

"Please, mistress," he says, almost whispering now. He does not know what game I am playing, but it scares him.

I lean forward and hold the bottle right in front of his face. The liquid inside seems to move around on its own, mesmerising him.

"This," I explain patiently, "is the most powerful poison known to man. Touch it, and you die."

I can smell the fear on him now, which exhilarates me.

Slowly, slowly, I unscrew the top.

"Are you ready to die, Marcus?" I ask, my voice light, playful almost.

He just makes a whimpering noise and starts crying.

"Where shall I put the drop?" I continue, edging closer to his face.

He screams, finally tries to run, but I hold him firmly in place with my thoughts.

"I think the eye would be a good place," I conclude, and let a drop of poison fall.

He blinks a few times, confused, but there is no pain, and he looks up to me with wonderment on his face.

I smile benevolently at him, amused.

The joy on his face melts away as his eye slowly comes to a boil, the flesh around it already heating up as well.

He screams, to no avail.

Touch it, and you die.

"I never said it was going to be fast," I tell him, as I close the door on his screams and find myself standing in the cool night air.

This is the first time I've left the house.

I am not scared.
I am not alone.
I am free.



( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 31st, 2007 03:47 pm (UTC)
Wow, that's really well written. *Huggles*

Jan. 31st, 2007 10:06 pm (UTC)
Thank you! *Huggles back*
Jan. 31st, 2007 05:54 pm (UTC)
And you call me a freak? o_O

Seriously though, that's damn well written :o
Jan. 31st, 2007 10:07 pm (UTC)
Because you are, darling.

Oh, and thanks!
Feb. 1st, 2007 07:54 pm (UTC)
Brief review from Zeus...
First of all, I have to agree that this short story is very well written. :) So there's definitely nothing weak in that respect. The story itself, including the way in which it is presented, is also very well done, and works to good effect in bringing to life the emotion of the characters in such brevity.

I have to say, though, that perhaps it would be a good idea to explain a little more of the relation between Dionysus and Marcus? For Dionysus is presumably the Greek deity, whereas Marcus is an ordinary Roman; so how is it that he has managed to kill a being of vastly superior power? Also, how did their initial friendship arise? Perhaps you could expound upon that, if you want a way of extending the story a little.

Overall, though, a very good effort. :) Why can't everyone write as well as this?

PS: I get the impression that the last paragraph expresses your own personal feelings at the moment - is this true? I thought it was a nice way of ending the story anyway. ;)
Feb. 1st, 2007 08:03 pm (UTC)
Re: Brief review from Zeus...
First of all, thank you!

I'm actually quite curious myself as to how Marcus was able to do it, because, well, that part wasn't in the dream. I pretty much wrote down all the information I got. (Yeah, that sounds quite... weird. I can't really explain it any other way, though.)

I thought, it's just a short story, so I don't need to explain everything.

It's been bothering me a bit as well, though, so I might be doing a little more research soon.

And nah, I'm scared, alone, and trapped in this stupid life, so that's not me. Wish it was, though.

But thanks once again, I really appreciate your thoughts.
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