Treachery

Lady Antimony's December Blog Challenge

Day 5 - Treachery

Just want to state first that this was written according to the views portrayed by Dante's Inferno or the Divine Comedy. It by no means represents what I believe.

 

 I allow myself to feel again for the first time in months. The pain still cuts deep. Time doesn’t blunt sorrow’s wicked knife. It takes all of my effort not to pull the trigger as tears well up.

I have Ms Sharma’s murderer on his knees next to Luke’s body, hands in the air. He’s staring down my pistol’s barrel, grinning, “Shoot me! We can go to hell together, partner.”

Not where you’re going you treacherous piece of shit, you’re going all the way down. “I trusted you! They did too!” I point at the dead cops, “And my wife...” Again I fight urges to murder him.

Don’t do this, she’s waiting for you. Don’t let her down.

“You are under arrest...” I start reading his rights. Cop killer and serial killer. He’ll have a taste of hell while he’s living.

Still, I wish he’d make a run for it.

 

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That's it! Over and done. Done and dusted. Finish en kla! This was a surprisingly large amount of fun. And I've met a few bloggers in the process.

I'd like to give Ralph Rudd, a close friend of mine, the credit he deserves for always taking the time to read through my drafts and giving advice where it's needed. Also, he's the one who usually gets me to write flash fiction even though I put up a big fight. Appreciative cake and burgers will follow mate!

Violence

Lady Antimony's December Blog Challenge

Day 4 - Violence

Just want to state first that this was written according to the views portrayed by Dante's Inferno or the Divine Comedy. It by no means represents what I believe.

Two dead cops lay in pools of blood. Death smells fresh in the air.

Inside this warehouse was the man who murdered Ms Sharma, among many others.

In hell, killers go to the outer ring of violence, submerged forever in a boiling river of blood.

The silence is deafening as I hug the right hand wall, scanning each aisle with my outstretched pistol. Luke is on the opposite wall.

I’m ready to shoot this asshole if he shows his face. Much like the centaurs in hell shoots any who emerge from the bubbling red river with arrows.

There! Leaning against a shelf near the other wall. Luke walks almost right into him.

The deafening shot echoes through the warehouse.

Life was fading from Luke, fast. With trembling hands he grabs his charm and kisses it before collapsing, forming his own pool of blood.

Told you he wouldn’t last long.

Fraud

Lady Antimony's December Blog Challenge

Day 3 - Fraud

Just want to state first that this was written according to the views portrayed by Dante's Inferno or the Divine Comedy. It by no means represents what I believe. 

The police radio breaks the silence of the murder scene, “Suspect seen fleeing his vehicle on the corner of Benson and Grave.” That’s Morgan’s voice, the son of a bitch with a price tag on his badge. Everyone knows that he's dirty, that with a large enough bribe he’ll literally let you get away with murder. 

Damn hypocrite. 

Our so called “loyalty” to one another has been enough to keep him out of jail.

“Shots fired!” I can hear gunfire behind his voice. He’ll get what’s coming to him soon enough...

“Officer down!” It’s his partner this time, his voice is trembling with panic, “Morgan’s dead!”

As we make a run for the squad car, I do my best to stifle the grin that’s creeping onto my face. The bastard won’t like what’s waiting on the other side. 

Heresy

Lady Antimony's December Blog Challenge

Day 2 - Heresy

Just want to state first that this was written according to the views portrayed by Dante's Inferno or the Divine Comedy. It by no means represents what I believe. 

See that detective? Crouching by Ms Sharma? That’s my partner, Luke. He too has no place in heaven. See, he’s an atheist, a rather loud one at that.

“A shame,” he says, malice in his eyes, “Wasted her short life living up to a god’s expectations that doesn’t exist,” see what I mean? A real prick, “Think of everything she missed out on, I’ll bet she’s still a virgin,” I always find his disrespect for the dead so vulgar...second to his disrespect for religion.

I see the charm shimmer from the depths of his open shirt collar. It’s funny really. He would rather kiss a coin than pray to a higher being for good fortune.

They say in hell there is a place, called heresy, where you are locked for eternity in a burning tomb...for his sake I hope he doesn’t die soon.

But I doubt it can be avoided.

Limbo

Lady Antimony's December Blog Challenge

Day 1 - Limbo

Just want to state first that this was written according to the views portrayed by Dante's Inferno or the Divine Comedy. It by no means represents what I believe.

Tamali Sharma has a place in the afterlife...

She was murdered at the hands of a man with a doomed soul, scrambling to make the most of the time he has left living before spending the rest of eternity paying for it. More on him later. First, let’s focus for a while on Ms Sharma.

She was a pre-school teacher who kept a high moral standard throughout her life. Some of her worst crimes included lying to children about the tooth fairy. Her death was a meaningless coincidence, simply the wrong place at the wrong time. She was a Hindu however, thus the gates of heaven remains shut. But don’t feel too sorry. People like Ms Sharma have a place in the afterlife. It’s almost, but not quite, as wonderful as heaven.

This place is limbo.