Author's Note: Real life—it gets in the way. Le sigh. Hopefully I'll get caught up with the challenge soon! :)


The Prisoner


The prisoner leans his back against the damp stone wall, his movements restricted by the shackles around his wrists. His nose is more red and inflamed than is considered normal for the species designated human—and his words, they are foreign and indistinct.

"I'm godda kill you," he says, coughs, and noisily sneezes, "you sumb of a bitch!"

Muscles spasm under black, oily skin as the creature tilts its head, uncomprehending. The prisoner pulls the shackles taut as he leans forward and glares at the huge creature.

"Whemd Samby comes, you are godda be sorry!" he promises, and then, "Achoo!"


THE END