Dorothy Witch-Slayer
T.Cummins 2003
Gratch the Wicked Witch of the Southeast, stood over Dorothy with her long, spindly arms flailing above her head in a blur of tattered black satin. The pale, wrinkled skin of her emaciated, mottled face was stretched into a wild and fiendish grin. Gratch lauded her triumph over her while Dorothy lay stretched out upon the grass at her feet and Toto clutched firmly in her arms.
"You are finished. Do you hear me child?" Gratch crowed into the moiling, gray thunderheads above and then slowly curled her hands into tightly clenched fists and brandished them before her, daring Dorothy to move. "You have caused me no end of pain. I will see you rent limb from limb." The flying monkeys that surrounded her jittered and stamped in anticipation. "I wish to hold your still beating heart in my hands so I may squeeze the last of your life's blood upon the ground and stamp upon it with glee!"
Dorothy lay still with a slight smirk on her face as she patiently listened to Gratch's tirade. "Keep running your mouth moron. Would it kill you to move a few steps to your right you wrinkled cow?" Dorothy muttered under her breath. She quickly stole a glance at the skies above Gratch's head, trying to gauge the speed and distance of the object plummeting down toward them. Then she tensed herself. The timing would have to be perfect and there would be no room for error or a second chance.
"Now my pretty, I will have the pleasure of putting you out of my misery." Gratch paused to savor the moment. A thin trickle of drool slipped past the corner of her mouth and hung for a moment before it finally dropped to the ground. A bright crackling of crimson power erupted from her clenched fists.
Dorothy suddenly leapt to her feet and flung herself as far as her weary legs would allow. She slammed to the ground a few feet away guarding Toto from the impact by landing awkwardly on her back.
Gratch was able to look up only a moment before the massive form of a tanker truck plummeted down upon her. She and her servants were instantly crushed into the ground as the fully loaded water tank drove its weight into the earth. The welds of the container instantly ruptured spilling its contents outward in every direction. Gratch's broken body was instantaneously melted upon contact with the substance she had always feared the most.
Dorothy lay upon the ground drenched and in pain but essentially whole. She released Toto and began to laugh aloud. A mirth springing from the essential core of her soul. They were no match for her. She knew she would always have the upper hand against the tyrants of Oz. Her only concern as she strolled away from the flaming wreckage was that she was quickly running out of witches.
End.
Gratch the Wicked Witch of the Southeast, stood over Dorothy with her long, spindly arms flailing above her head in a blur of tattered black satin. The pale, wrinkled skin of her emaciated, mottled face was stretched into a wild and fiendish grin. Gratch lauded her triumph over her while Dorothy lay stretched out upon the grass at her feet and Toto clutched firmly in her arms.
"You are finished. Do you hear me child?" Gratch crowed into the moiling, gray thunderheads above and then slowly curled her hands into tightly clenched fists and brandished them before her, daring Dorothy to move. "You have caused me no end of pain. I will see you rent limb from limb." The flying monkeys that surrounded her jittered and stamped in anticipation. "I wish to hold your still beating heart in my hands so I may squeeze the last of your life's blood upon the ground and stamp upon it with glee!"
Dorothy lay still with a slight smirk on her face as she patiently listened to Gratch's tirade. "Keep running your mouth moron. Would it kill you to move a few steps to your right you wrinkled cow?" Dorothy muttered under her breath. She quickly stole a glance at the skies above Gratch's head, trying to gauge the speed and distance of the object plummeting down toward them. Then she tensed herself. The timing would have to be perfect and there would be no room for error or a second chance.
"Now my pretty, I will have the pleasure of putting you out of my misery." Gratch paused to savor the moment. A thin trickle of drool slipped past the corner of her mouth and hung for a moment before it finally dropped to the ground. A bright crackling of crimson power erupted from her clenched fists.
Dorothy suddenly leapt to her feet and flung herself as far as her weary legs would allow. She slammed to the ground a few feet away guarding Toto from the impact by landing awkwardly on her back.
Gratch was able to look up only a moment before the massive form of a tanker truck plummeted down upon her. She and her servants were instantly crushed into the ground as the fully loaded water tank drove its weight into the earth. The welds of the container instantly ruptured spilling its contents outward in every direction. Gratch's broken body was instantaneously melted upon contact with the substance she had always feared the most.
Dorothy lay upon the ground drenched and in pain but essentially whole. She released Toto and began to laugh aloud. A mirth springing from the essential core of her soul. They were no match for her. She knew she would always have the upper hand against the tyrants of Oz. Her only concern as she strolled away from the flaming wreckage was that she was quickly running out of witches.
End.