Traitor’s Hell

Traitor’s Hell

chuck wendig prompt – song lyrics prompt

…”Don’t you ever tame your demons, but always keep’em on a leash” … HOZIER, ARSONIST’S LULLABY

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“WAKE UP!”

Cold. Someone slaps me. It’s wet, hard. And freezing. My arms and legs hurt. Can’t move. Getting dark.

“Wake up, rat. You won’t duck justice!” Barking. Far away a dog barks. “WAKE THE FUCK UP! Don’t you dare to die! 911- Hello? Yes. Send an ambulance, fast. Corinth 1507. There’s been a fire. Yes, male, Caucasian, shot several times. I don’t know… Yeah… I’m starting CPR.”

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opening sentences

  1. “What’s with the eyes? ALL of them look like this?!” I held up the family photo album with childhood pics of my fiancé.
  2. “What did I tell you about dating dragons?” – “Uh… Not to use them to light Molotov-Cocktails?”
  3. “Darling, the fridge is doing the thing again! I’ll call the exorcist now. Hate it when the eggs try to talk me into blood sacrifice.
  4. “STOP TICKLING THE MINE! It’ll laugh and it’ll blow!”
  5. The dragon tried to slide his claw over the touchscreen of his phone. He growled but nothing happened.

 

“That’s a lot of blood!”

Alec’s remark falls from my shoulder.

“Stop motivating the bleeding,” I tell him. “Be more helpful. Here, hold this. Stop shaking. Just hold it, with two fingers. Ok?” I guide his fingers around the sereffine. Luckily he has surgical gloves on.

We’re on the right track. I’m nearly done, only the skin suture left to be done. I did a rather good job. Nothing fancy, still enough left to do a patch-up.

I take the sereffine back,  and sling the suture material around it. Tightening it once, twice, just to be sure a third time too. The sereffine comes off. “There. See? No more blood.” I state and finish the work.