Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's word prompt is “quick”. We are back with my new story. I’m still not sure where it is going.
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**Note to my readers - while this story will have a romantic element, it is first and foremost a sci-fi tale. And it's a pretty creepy one at that. If you are uncomfortable with that type of excerpt, you may want to move on for this week.**
The blare of a car horn pierced through Ezra’s brain. It felt like a sledgehammer was pounding his skull over and over. His stomach lurched and heaved in response.
He hated this with everything in him. He tried everything possible to make it stop. He even tried ending his own existence.
They wouldn’t let him. They wouldn’t go away. They wouldn’t leave him alone. He was stuck like this until they were finally done with him and left him to die.
That blessed moment wasn’t happening any time soon.
He heard the familiar cracking and popping that always accompanied this pulverizing migraine. It sounded like white noise, like when a television or radio lost its programming and plunged its listener into a void of nothingness. It would haunt Ezra’s nightmares for eternity. That was if he could even dream. His life was one walking horror show.
The voice that accompanied the noise followed as usual. “Get up, dirty piece of trash slave. Your human police will be here any minute now. Do you want to get caught?”
“Will you go away if I do?” Ezra muttered out loud even though he knew the sound was in his head.
There was an inhuman laugh followed by a chorus of chuckles like a thousand tiny beings were watching the performance. “No. I’m far from done with you. Get up. Be quick about it.”
Ezra slowly lifted his throbbing head. Through his hazy vision, he could see a set of lifeless eyes staring back at him. The young man they belonged to lay motionless in the alleyway. His rigid, pale frame indicated that there was very little blood left inside him. For all Ezra knew, he was missing an organ or two as well. Like the rest, it didn’t seem like a peaceful death.