Red Eyed Edward Contest
Title: The Last Word
Word Count: 339
Rating: M
Summary: Edward enjoys his source of sustenance, and why not? He's providing a service to humanity. Right?
Disclaimer: The author does not own any publicly recognizable entities herein. No copyright infringement is intended.
Volterrean Prison – Present Day
The guards drag him to the door, neither daring to cross my threshold before scurrying away. Rumors abound about the nature of my "gifts," and I smile at their sprawling inaccuracies.
Humans can be so creative.
The door slams shut, and I gesture vaguely toward the longest wall. "Any last words?"
He blinks at the elegant scribbles beneath the blood splatters, and I suppress a laugh as he stammers a terrified reply. Regrets are as useless as his pleas for mercy, and I have no use for either.
Pardon is a kindness no one deserves.
He struggles against the chains, their discordant clink music to my ears. I embrace his fear, taste it on the air, and streams of venom collect in my mouth. I starved myself for this one, planning a fitting death to haunt him through the hell his eternity holds. This torture will not ease the suffering of the prepubescent boys he ruined—the ones who lived, that is—but it is what I can do.
And I love what I do.
Whipping around to face him with wide red eyes, I am satisfied when his prattling ceases. I bare my teeth for maximum effect, and as I blur to his quavering side, the coward gasps, seizes, and keels over.
I don't even get to use my roar.
Startled by the clarity of his final thought, I lift his crumpled form and tear into his neck in one sloppy bite. Blood gushes from the wound, spilling onto my tattered white shirt, but it matters not. His taste is unremarkable, an encapsulation of his former futility, and I toss his corpse aside, kicking it for good measure.
Swiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I bang on the door with three smart raps. The attending guard curses me under his breath, and I revel in his annoyance. He expected a longer recess so he could finish his pork rinds.
But he is in luck! I too have time for a snack.