Chain
"Where does it come from?"
"What?"
"This." Without asking permission, he quickly reached out and gently fingered the delicate glittering chain between white-gloved fingers, marveling at the intricate craftsmanship and detail that had gone into the object. Was it for decoration or did it hold a more sinister purpose?
"It comes from my home planet… It was a gift."
"From who?"
"No one of importance."
"Truly? Such a special trinket…"
She laughed merrily at his description. Catching his unpleasant look, she explained, "My lord, it is far more than a 'trinket.'"
"What does it do?"
One of her golden eyebrows lifted and she replied, "Pray you never find out."
Months later, on the war-torn surface of the moon, she remembered their conversation and how an eternity had occurred since then. If she could go back and change things, would they still have arrived at this horrible, yet seemingly inevitable fate? Her breath hitched as she summoned her remaining strength and tightened the chain around the neck of her platinum haired opponent, squeezing the last bit of air from his lungs. As her former lover finally ceased his struggle, she expired beside him, the chain still gripped in her hands, cutting deeply into her now lifeless palms.
AN: This drabble was originally intended to be a study of the chain and its history / legend, but went a little a lot, dark.