Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Alien Trance

Alien Trance | ©Literary Junkie
Vivian knelt beside the small bathtub that sat in the middle of the floor of the dark room. A group of bald-headed bug-eyed men stood shoulder to shoulder off to the corner of the room. They watched and waited for her to carry out their mission.

Thomas sat in his own blood, gasping for her. His eyes pleaded with Vivian. He hoped her love would overpower the trance she was under.

Another slash from the silver knife grazed her skin.

"Please, he can't take anymore," she begged. But her words fell on deaf ears.

Thomas's beaten and tired body collapsed in her arms. The color had long drained from his skin and his eyes fluttered as if he would shut down at any moment.

Another slash.

Vivian took on a robotic state. She stared off into the darkness where the men sat and she gave them a nod. She tightened her grip around his neck until the pop echoed throughout the room.

Then the men disappeared into thin air. They left Vivian with a bloody bathtub and Thomas's lifeless body lying in her arms. How could she explain this without having a scratch on her? How could she live with this?

"Wh-where did they go?" She stood in search of the men. Guilt soaked her hands and clothes. "No, no, no, they were here. I saw them. They made me do this." She dropped to her knees at the command of the police who filed inside the room with their guns drawn. "I didn't do this. I'm innocent."

"Lady, save it. We don't need a confession. You've given that to us without saying a word. Put your hands behind your back. It's over. It's all over."

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