A life thrummed away in her hands; blood dripping between her fingers.
She had promised him a smooth extraction. In and out like a specter - no one would witness what she plucked from the master's body of gold.
But the treasure convulsing in her hold screamed at her: what have you done?
She couldn't stop now, if she did the master's puppets would catch her.
Tucking her stolen treasure into her jacket, she scaled up onto a roof; sprinting headlong into the gap on the other side. Together, she and the gold flew, the lights of the master's puppets wailing helplessly below.
Finally, there was the door, the hinges busted, the wooden paneling laying askew. And there he was, lying still on the carpet.
"I got it, let's go!"
But when the artifact was dropped upon his chest, the gold didn't shine. He was empty; his secret case open without its prize.
The puppets found her; her hands running scarlet, clawing at the reaper's robes. They pulled her away, securing irons and shouting insanities.
The master was just a man, mortal and frail, his chest torn open.
The treasure she had carried; a silent heart never to beat again.
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Amanda Starks
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Comments (4)
Amazing one
Beautiful, I wasn't sure if the subject would be man or machine and I loved that running uncertainty
I LOVED this. Dark and deadly fun.
This was worth the wait! Great story