Ficlet: The Prize [Original] [Mature]
Title: The Prize
Word Count: 292
Rating: Mature
Original/Fandom: Original
Characters/Pairings: OMC/OFC
Warnings: Pretty damn dark for me, specifically [Spoiler (click to open)]serial killer POV
Excerpt: “Nowhere near as gorgeous as you,” he said and smiled, just like the voice in his head told him to.
Notes: written for writerverse Quick Fic Challenge prompts: gorgeous, automated romance
The Prize
“They’re gorgeous!” she exclaimed, delicately sniffing the bright red roses.
“Nowhere near as gorgeous as you,” he said and smiled, just like the voice in his head told him to, then held out his hand to lead her to the waiting car.
It had taken him years to develop a reliable ‘romance’ algorithm, and almost as long again to find a doctor willing to perform the cybernetic implant. But it was worth it, he thought, as the car began its preprogrammed journey. He looked at her sitting there, an insipid grin on her face as she stroked the petals gently.
She was the prize, he thought; the one this entire project had been leading up to. Every rejection, every refinement to the program, every body in the past that had left him wanting led to this night, to this girl. She smiled at him as he stared at her, taking her in one last time, looking for any last missed imperfection, flaw, anything that would ruin the perfect night he had planned. But there were none.
The program noted the flicker of concern in her eyes.
Stop staring. Lean forward, touch her cheek.
He followed the prompt and was rewarded as she rubbed her cheek against his palm. They were almost there now, he just had to keep her calm for a few more minutes.
Gentle kiss on the lips.
Her eyes closed as she responded eagerly, and she missed their entrance into the darkened warehouse. The solid thump of the garage door closing behind them pulled her out of her trance and she looked around, first with anticipation, then confusion. She looked back to him.
He shut down the implant and finally let her see him for the very first time.
Word Count: 292
Rating: Mature
Original/Fandom: Original
Characters/Pairings: OMC/OFC
Warnings: Pretty damn dark for me, specifically [Spoiler (click to open)]serial killer POV
Excerpt: “Nowhere near as gorgeous as you,” he said and smiled, just like the voice in his head told him to.
Notes: written for writerverse Quick Fic Challenge prompts: gorgeous, automated romance
The Prize
“They’re gorgeous!” she exclaimed, delicately sniffing the bright red roses.
“Nowhere near as gorgeous as you,” he said and smiled, just like the voice in his head told him to, then held out his hand to lead her to the waiting car.
It had taken him years to develop a reliable ‘romance’ algorithm, and almost as long again to find a doctor willing to perform the cybernetic implant. But it was worth it, he thought, as the car began its preprogrammed journey. He looked at her sitting there, an insipid grin on her face as she stroked the petals gently.
She was the prize, he thought; the one this entire project had been leading up to. Every rejection, every refinement to the program, every body in the past that had left him wanting led to this night, to this girl. She smiled at him as he stared at her, taking her in one last time, looking for any last missed imperfection, flaw, anything that would ruin the perfect night he had planned. But there were none.
The program noted the flicker of concern in her eyes.
Stop staring. Lean forward, touch her cheek.
He followed the prompt and was rewarded as she rubbed her cheek against his palm. They were almost there now, he just had to keep her calm for a few more minutes.
Gentle kiss on the lips.
Her eyes closed as she responded eagerly, and she missed their entrance into the darkened warehouse. The solid thump of the garage door closing behind them pulled her out of her trance and she looked around, first with anticipation, then confusion. She looked back to him.
He shut down the implant and finally let her see him for the very first time.