Topic Fifty-Three: FUN
Write a drabble/ficlette based on the word: fun.
Fun is pain. Fun is death. Fun is the screams of innocents as their hearts and lungs are pulled out by heated tongs. Fun is the cries of those being burned and singed and branded. Fun is reveling in pain and blood and sweat and fear.
As long as that pain and blood and sweat and fear is not mine, torture is the most fun thing in this world.
Fun most certainly is not daylight, sunlight, churches, crosses, holy water. Fun is not dipping my hand into the basins in St. Peter's Basilica and watching it boil, watching the skin of my hand turn black and bubble purple, scorching pain. It's not taking communion and feeling my stomach burst from the inside. It's not pressing crosses against my chest and face, knowing that the brands now are mine, and his mark is eternal.
Fun is in the night, not the day, in the giving, never the taking. Such a small line between sadist and masochist, but it is a line that I cannot bear to cross. The missing can grow so painful, and the remedies are more painful still. It's better to smile through it, and go on a massacre after. He won't forgive me, but he never has, and he never will. A few more dead won't change a thing.
Character: Judas/Dracula
Word Count: 221
Fun is pain. Fun is death. Fun is the screams of innocents as their hearts and lungs are pulled out by heated tongs. Fun is the cries of those being burned and singed and branded. Fun is reveling in pain and blood and sweat and fear.
As long as that pain and blood and sweat and fear is not mine, torture is the most fun thing in this world.
Fun most certainly is not daylight, sunlight, churches, crosses, holy water. Fun is not dipping my hand into the basins in St. Peter's Basilica and watching it boil, watching the skin of my hand turn black and bubble purple, scorching pain. It's not taking communion and feeling my stomach burst from the inside. It's not pressing crosses against my chest and face, knowing that the brands now are mine, and his mark is eternal.
Fun is in the night, not the day, in the giving, never the taking. Such a small line between sadist and masochist, but it is a line that I cannot bear to cross. The missing can grow so painful, and the remedies are more painful still. It's better to smile through it, and go on a massacre after. He won't forgive me, but he never has, and he never will. A few more dead won't change a thing.
Character: Judas/Dracula
Word Count: 221