(Fictober seems like a good time to return from the metaphorical dead? We’ll see how this goes!)
Fictober, Prompt 1 – “I need you.”
Original fiction.
Warnings: implied blood sacrifice, implied murder, implied non-consensual surgical procedures (but nothing actually graphic).
“I need you,” she had said.
Arrogantly, or naïvely, or stupidly, or maybe all of those things, I had believed her.
Well, heard what I wanted to hear, at least. I had believed the implication, just as she had known I would, and it was only the implication that was untrue.
She was not, in the strictest sense, a liar.
We were planetside, deep underground to escape the inhospitable surface, which had made sense enough at the time. But now I couldn’t trust anything that I had seen on the way down, since the viewports could easily have been manipulated to show whatever she wanted me to see.
This lab was definitely real, though. As was the operating table I was strapped to with metal cabling, and the humming generator, and the tubing, and the instruments she was laying out next to me, their edges gleaming sharp under the too-bright overhead lights.
“Hush now,” she soothed, eyes distant as she scanned what looked like a mix of technical specs and spellwork on a datapad, not really looking at me. “You wanted to help me, didn’t you? And you will.”
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