Prompt: Your antagonist made a promise as a child. He or she
could not keep it. What was the promise?
Lacey look from the picture to the person in front of her. It was hard to believe that these were the
same person but they were. She had known
Cali for thirty years. They grew up as next-door
neighbors and became fast friends as young girls. “Haven’t you ever made a promise that you
just couldn’t keep, Cali?” Lacey
whispered. “Well, I did. That promise that we made to each other so
long ago. You know the one, where we
promised always to be there for each other?
Yeah, well I can’t keep that one.
In fact, I think I have done just the opposite of that.” Cali lay there,
unable to move and stared in horror at the glassy eyed woman that until a few
years ago had been her best friend. She
was not sure how she had missed the madness that captured her friend’s soul but
she was caught in its throws now. She
tried to wiggle her hands and hopefully loosen the bindings but it only seemed
to make them tighter. Her squirming drew
Lacey’s attention back to her and she froze.
“Oh…oh…Cali it is too late for that.
Don’t fight what is happening. It
truly is what is for the best. Don’t
worry, it will be over soon.” Lacey
smiled her maniacal smile and got up to look out the window. Cali could see the sun setting and knew that
her time was growing short. She groped
around behind her looking for something, anything that could help her. Inching like a worm, she wiggles her bound
hands and feet as silently as she could desperation starting to make her
panic. Taking her eyes off Lacey, she
looked around in the fading daylight scanning the ground for something to help
break the bindings. Spying a nail in the
rubble pile she began frantically to wiggle her way over, keeping her eyes
glued to Lacey’s back. The strange
humming was unnerving her and she knew by the tune that her friend was once
again lost in childhood memories. “Did
you know that my Dad used to bring me here?
He owned this house until his death and then it passed to me. I figured that when he died, he passed his
practice on to me too but I knew that my first had to be special. That is why I brought you here. You are special and will make this more
memorable.” Cali had frozen as the sound
of Lacey’s voice but she had never turned and now Cali doubled her
efforts. Her instincts were telling her
that she had to hurry because there would be no reasoning with this
person. The humming began again and Cali
finally closed her hands on the nail.
Squirming back to her original position, Cali began to work frantically
on the bindings on her hands. Several times,
she missed the duct tape and jabbed the nail into herself. Wrists slick with sweat and blood, Cali
pulled and felt some give in the bindings.
Jabbing hard, she couldn’t keep her breathing under control
anymore. Panting, she pierced her palm
again and whimpered in pain. Feeling the
tape again with the nail she jabbed repeatedly, yanking her wrists apart as she
went. One last yank and her hands jerked
free. Cali yelped in surprise and heard
the humming stop. Holding her breathe she continued to stare as she watched
Lacey’s dead eyes turn back to her.
Looking over her shoulder, she realized that the sunlight was completely
gone. “It’s time my friend,” Lacey sing-songed,
“It’s time to play.” Cali gripped the
nail as tight as she could and braced herself to fight.
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