Mercy
A 100 word short story
Two stand over a hospital bed.
Darkness and Shadow.
Bathed in celestial light, the patient breathes, slow and erratic.
Through frosted windows, demonic shapes writhe and thrash. Claws screeching across glass. Beseeching entry.
“It’s time. My children grow hungry.”
“Your corruption of this world continues unabated. Leave him be.”
“Mercy?! You’ve inherited humanity’s weakness.”
“Perhaps. Also their greatest strength.”
“We’ll see.”
A departing howl of rage.
The remaining figure lifts his scythe, and places a skeletal hand on the patient’s wrinkled forehead.
“Rest my friend. I will take this burden.”
The final battle has begun.
Death is our only hope.
Happy New Year everyone!
After the last few days, it seems apt to start the year with a nice little horror story about a good old fashioned impending apocalypse!
Hope you enjoyed it.
Thanks for reading. Until next time.
"...start the year with a nice little horror story about a good old fashioned impending apocalypse!" Nicely creepy for January 5, Daniel. I MUCH prefer a fictional impending apocalypse to the actual one that is playing out even as we speak.... urg. God bless us every one.
Excellent, Dan - this one titillates the tongue when read out loud!