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The Vengeance Stalker: Flash Fiction

Updated on December 13, 2016
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The first step is to know what you do not know. The second step is to ask the right questions. I reserve the right to lean on my ignorance.

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I am the Vengeance Stalker. The Mistress of Witches summoned me and I came. Not in a ball of fire, or a poof of smoke. Not in an explosion of light. I did not make the ground rumble.

I came as a mortal. The most annoying kind of mortal I could think of: an encyclopedia salesman.

I rang the bell. The woman who opened the door was the Mistress's daughter. Very beautiful and very powerful, like her mother. She was, perhaps, destined to become more powerful than her mother.

I got into character. "Good afternoon, Mam. My name is V.S. Cavalry..." Get it? V.S. for Vengeance Stalker. And 'cavalry,' as in the cavalry is here.

"... and I'm here to offer you an amazing opportunity today."

"Whatever you're selling, we don't want any."

As if I hadn't heard her. "It's a must have addition for any home library, Mam. From A to Z, Atlantic Oceania Encyclopedias brings the world to you, right in the safety and comfort of your own living room."

"Go away, little man." She tried to shut the door in my face.

Undaunted, I put my foot in the opening. I took her hand and put it to the cover of one of the books. "Feel that texture, Mam. Isn't that luxury? That's one hundred percent, real imitation Moroccan leather. Nothing but the best for the customers of Atlantic Oceania."

The witch pushed me back, said the words of a spell, and then pointed at me.

The lightning came down and stuck me. I flew back several feet and my sample encyclopedias were shredded.

I lay there twitching for a moment, to make it look good. Then I killed her joy, when I got up smiling, brushed myself off, and said, "Whew! Weird weather you got out this way. Mam, do you mind if I came in for a minute, out of the..."

She had a gun in her hand and she unloaded it into my chest and abdomen.

I really hammed it up this time, like Sonny Corleone getting shot to death on the causeway, in The Godfather. I shook, rattled, and rolled, and fell to the side, into the shrubbery.

When she came to look, I was not there.

I came up behind her, jingling the bullets. "Do you want these back, my dear, or will you reload?"

"What is going on here?" the Mistress said.

I went to the Mistress and put myself at her feet. I put my head against her thigh.

The Mistress accepted my devotion by petting and rubbing my head.

"I have come, Mistress. I am at your will."

"Of course you are," the Mistress said.

"I am your obedient servant."

"I know, I know."

"Mother, who is this?"

The Mistress said, "This is my Vengeance Stalker."

I tore myself from my favorite spot in the world. I went to the daughter, took one of her hands, and kissed it.

"Charmed, my dear," I said. "My card."

The card was made of human skin.

The End.

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    • Minnetonka Twin profile image

      Linda Rogers 2 years ago from Minnesota

      Woe! that is one creepy story. Great job on the flash fiction. The ending was particularly disturbing. Voted up and hit buttons.

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      William Thomas 2 years ago from That Great Primordial Smash UP of This and That Which Gave Rise To All Beings and All Things!

      Thanks, Minnetonka Twin! I had been worried that I hadn't quite hit the mark with this one.

      Thanks again and take care!

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      Linda Rogers 2 years ago from Minnesota

      It was a 'Bulls Eye' my friend!

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      William Thomas 2 years ago from That Great Primordial Smash UP of This and That Which Gave Rise To All Beings and All Things!

      Thanks again! :)

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      Chris Mills 23 months ago from St. Louis, MO until the end of June, 2017

      I know what you did here. You kicked the prompt machine and it spit out encyclopedia salesman, Mistress and real imitation moroccan leather. Serves you right for kicking the prompt machine. But you went ahead and wrote a winner anyway. Great, creepy story, William.

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      William Thomas 23 months ago from That Great Primordial Smash UP of This and That Which Gave Rise To All Beings and All Things!

      Thanks again, Chris. To tell you the truth, I was thinking of a scene from the television series, Penny Dreadful, when I wrote this. It was the scene when Evelyn Poole was basically receiving an after-action report from the witches who work for her, concerning their attack in Ethan (werewolf) and Vanessa Ives, in their carriage.

      Thanks,

      William.

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