Hey guys this is just a story I wrote, it'snot about a specific character. If people like it I may add more, but I plan for it just to be a short one-shot. The I.M.P.
The Pawn Master
From the time she was little, she was taught to fear them. Everyone was. It was the story told around a campfire at night, it was the story mothers threatened their children with when they were bad. No one doubted they existed. Except, perhaps, for one.
And this, this is where her non-believing had gotten her. She was hanging like a thread, like a puppet the instant before its master cut the last string.
"And that was all I was, a puppet, a pawn", she thought bitterly. "Not even worthy of a name. I'll hold on just to spite them. To protect my son…" And with this, her thoughts started to drift towards her husband, who, less than an hour ago, was hanging by her side.
"I will avenge him," she raged, "I will make them pay. I will make them struggle here, hanging for life, feeling this, this awful terrible pain that makes me crippled under its weight. She could feel her time growing near. She sent a last thought towards her son.
"Tell them," she begged and cried to the dark that surrounded her, "tell them what has happened to us. I love you." She said those words for the first and last time as her keeper shook and rocked her being, anxious for one last bit of fun before they moved on to their next victim.
Yes, she had caused quite a bit of trouble for them and she chuckled silently as she thought this. "I was the first person in a thousand years to outwit, outthink their deception and lies." And she laughed out loud at last as the final string was cut and she plunged into the deep, icy water, lifeless.