Inevitable
Today’s daily prompt of “Inevitable” comes from this site. I got about 350 words in just over eight minutes.
Another Sunrise
“Be careful,” I said. “Step up or you’ll hurt yourself.”
Hank whimpered, hands groping through the air, feet shuffling over pine needles and dirt. He tried to talk, but the knotted rope I’d tied around his head and between his teeth made that impossible. Unsteadily to be sure, Hank made it up over the rocks.
“We’re almost there.”
It had been slow going. It was never easy walking my victims up to the edge, what with their hands tied together and the bags over their heads, but the effort was worth it. Worthwhile acts are difficult.
“You can’t really blame me,” I explained, guiding Hank around the trees by yanking the rope around his waist in the direction he needed to walk. “I’m not like other men.”
He started crying again. The sound made me smile. I spoke up a little so that’d he be able to hear me over his sobs.
“Imagine, Hank, if you can, what it would be like living on an alien world. A world where the rules about polite behavior, about right and wrong, were the opposite of what you knew in every fiber of your being to be true. Can you try to imagine that?”
Hands groping blindly, Hank stumbled a bit. I waited for him to regain his balance.
“Try, Hank. This is important.”
Hank nodded, a frantic jerking of his head.
“I’m like that alien, Hank. Your world’s rules aren’t native to me. You see a puppy or a baby, you instinctively want to pat it on the head. Right? Of course, I’m right. Well, Hank, when I see a sanctimonious sack of crap like you, I want to kill.”
Hank choked out a strangled sound, almost musical. We’d arrived at the top of the ridge. The sun was just coming up, crimson spreading across the sky like blood draining from a slit throat.
“It’s inevitable, Hank. Beautiful and inevitable.”
Hank screamed until he hit the rocks at the base of the ridge. I sat down to enjoy the sunrise.
Enjoyed the storyline! Intensity was a driving force all the way through it.