“Please, please, let me go!” She screams as the old woman comes towards her, she slowly runs her hands through her hair and smiles, before taking a big handful of hair and pulling the girls head to the side, running the blade of a knife along the side of her face.
“Ain’t no letting go of ya girl, ya here ta stay now, been hunting ya for ta long, ta just let ya go,” the old woman says as she digs the knife into the girls forehead, and slowly begins slicing it across her face, the girl screams out in agony. “Don’t worry ya pretty little head, soon, all tha pain be gone, and then ya be finally resting, as ya feed the dying ones with ya flesh,” the woman says as she cuts into her again, the door burst open and he storms in, his pistol raises, he looks at the woman and then at Larissa, and fires, two shots slap into her skull like rocks into a pond, the back of her head explodes in a mess of blood, brains, skull and flesh, and she crashes to the ground in a lifeless heap. Quickly he rushes to her side and cuts through the bindings, freeing them from around her writs first, and she grabs him desperately, clutching at him, tears running how her face, she struggles to catch her breath.
“I-I-I-I though she was going to kill me-e-e-e!” she cries, as she tightens her grip on him, burying her face into his shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, this is my fault, I should’ve know, I should’ve see what was going to happen, they distracted me, used Jones, when it was always you they wanted.” he says as he pulls her into his arms and lifts her away from the table.
“Just get me out of here, get me somewhere far, far away, where I never have to think of this place, or that woman again.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll be away from here sooner than you can th…” he stops, and stares off into the doorway, his mouth slowly opens and thick, deep red, blood begins to pour from it, he crashes to his knees and she begins to scream as the old woman stands behind him, a blood covered knife in her hands, a smile on her face, and two holes still in her head, and the light reflecting though them, she screws her face up in fear and the old woman laughs.
“Ain’t tha way ta be going home girl, not while we got things ta do,” he says as she reaches down and grabs Larissa by the hair and pulls her to her feet.
“What the fuck are you?”
“I be ya mamma girl, ya be ma daughter.”
“What? That’s not possible!”
“Okay, me lied, but ya going be part o’me now, them undead fuck have ta wait for something new, because ma be needing a new set o’legs, and yours be right for me.” the woman says as she drives the blade up into Larissa’s stomach and twist it, kissing her deeply, then pulls away, and smiles, Larissa’s vision beings to slowly drop in and out, as does her hearing, and she feels her legs beings to give way, she cast one look over to the old woman, who smiles at her, with a toothless grin.
You can read the original 50 Word Story HERE, I’d be interested in what you think of the full story that came from the short.