Okay. This is last night’s entry. It’s, well, to be frank, it’s terrible. Every instinct I have is screaming at me to burn it before anyone sees it. But that’s not how this challenge works. It’s what I wrote on day 4, so it gets published for day 4. I finished it a little after one last night. I’d climbed into bed after a few hours of procrastinatory browsing, tossed and turned for half an hour, and then suddenly remembered what I’d been procrastinating from – the day’s writing task. Fuck. I really didn’t want to get out of bed, so I used Google’s speech-to-text (STT) to save it on my phone. STT really wasn’t up to the task and whilst it got most of the words wrong, it did’t really do punctuation and there were some amusing word errors. But, I had to fight with it to get what I got. And in the process of doing that, I lost the flow of the writing and didn’t do any of the little edits I’d normally do. I was thinking about the technology and not about the story or the writing. And boy does it show.
This piece picks up where we left off on day 3. It’s also longer than it should be (~375 words) as I didn’t have a good way of keeping count when I was writing it and, well, yeah. Live and learn.
Derek picked up Deidre and carefully carried her across the broken wall. He laid her body down and knelt next to the crying Heinrich. He spoke, “It’s ok, she can’t hurt you anymore. What’s your name?”
“Heinrich,” he stopped, “my name is Heinrich.”
“Heinrich, I’m afraid I can’t undo what she’s done to you. Her sentence will come to pass and everything you love will die. No natural event will take your life and no supernatural being or other mortal be allowed to hurt you.” Derek paused, “Do you have family?”
“Yes, yes I do,” he sobbed, “please don’t take them from me. Please, I’ll do anything.”
“There’s nothing I can do to stop it, but there is something you can do. Tell me about your family.”
“I have a wife, her name is Ana and daughter she’s only 4. My little Emma. I can’t lose her.”
“You would do anything for her? Then think very carefully. The only way you can save her life and that of your wife and everyone else you love is if you don’t love them anymore. And if you love them then I suspect there is only one way that you can stop loving them. It was probably there in your wedding vow.”
“I don’t,” he stopped and breathed in deeply, “oh, till death do us part.”
“That’s the choice you have to make the only way to stop the sentence is to stop your love.”
“Right. Well then. I suppose you had best get on with killing me.”
“I’m afraid it’s not that simple. The sentence stops any supernatural being from interfering with you. If you want to stop the sentence you have to kill yourself.”
Derek handed Heinrich the pistol. “I’m sorry that you got dragged into this, that we didn’t stop her sooner. I’ll watch over your Ana and Emma.”
Heinrich shot himself and Derek picked up the gun, holstered it, picked Deirdre’s body up and stepped in to the shadows.