Something I submitted for a short story competition…
She glared at them with disdain. Humans. Vile, filthy creatures. Petty and insignificant, trivial and weak. Vermin.
It was such a pleasure to reap in their lives….to exterminate them like the pest they were. Such a pleasure to gaze perversely into their glassy eyes void of sight as she pulled the souls from their clutches. Souls that were rightfully hers and wasted on the deplorable mass that infested the Earth.
She was Fatal. She was Power. She was Fear. She was everything a human would desperately try to escape from. They would kill, experiment, humiliate and retaliate…anything to avoid the inevitable.
But life wasn’t like that. Life was Death. She was death. And they lived to die. But unfortunately others repopulated the empty spaces. Which just gave her more to hate and more to destroy.
It amused her…the measures they took to prolong their petty existence. Hospitals, drugs, research and all the useless means to buy themselves more time. What time? There was no time. Time was their invention as an aid for creating length in their lives, and the only purpose it had was to prepare them for death. The simple birth of a child automatically signalled its demise, there was no other meaning to life. A mother killed her child merely by giving birth to it. Why didn’t humans realise this? It would make things much easier for her. Not that she disliked stealing back her precious souls…
“Dear? It’s time to go into the dinner hall…today we’re serving your favourite, beef stew.”
She looked up at her nurse. At the round, cheerful face that she loathed so profoundly. She would have like to claw those bright eyes out, if she hadn’t been heavily sedated or tied down. She let herself be released from her bindings and guided to the dinner hall by her merry little carer. As they entered she glared at all of the white-clad beings sitting at the tables. Despicable creatures, all of which had been committed to that madhouse and for the same reason as she. But she didn’t belong there. They were mere murderers and psychopaths. She was no insignificant killer…she was Death!
The nurse sat her down and went to fetch food and medication. When she returned she chirped “Eat it all up my dear. Don’t forget that we only want to help you. It’s just not right for a nice girl like you to go around murdering folk.”
She glowered at the nurse ferociously as she left.
Human scum. Their time will come.
