Not the Way You Think?
“This is not going to go down the way you think, hero,” the villainess smirked.
“Aren’t you going to use that ruby to make me your sex toy, followed by enough depravation to last for a lifetime?” He queried.
“That’s exactly what’s going to happen!”
“Thank God! You had me worried for a second there.”
I got the idea for this one after finding a forgotten comic book by my doorstep earlier this morning. It was in pretty bad shape, all soggy and falling apart, and I didn’t even recognize the characters or what it was all about. Generic considerations about it all eventually led to this because I’m weird that way. I also think I’m getting sick as I’m not feeling too good right now but an update was in order and the challenge must go on. I hope you had fun with this piece.
A View to a Castle
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“You should have returned two days ago, and yet you’re still in France.”
“Oui.”
“Enjoying the views a little too much?”
“Most certainly. The one of this roulette wheel is quite entrancing. Can you believe I just won a Château by the Riviera as we speak?”
“Sacre Bleu!”
“No, it’s actually pink.”
Going around the world is part of Alexandra’s character given she’s a secret agent and all but humorous things happens in every single place she goes to. I chose France this time around just for the fun of it. Next time, it could be Italy, Germany, Mexico… anywhere, really, In fact, feel free to suggest me places where you would like to see her wreak havoc if you so wish.
In other news, I’m definitely sick but, hopefully, not for long.
Game Over
“Run, run… RUN!”
Patrick dodged the bloody limbs and dashed towards the exit.
“She almost got me,” he muttered, putting down the controller.
“What would have happened if she did?” Lara, his girlfriend, asked.
“I would have been turned into a mindless zombie.”
“Really?” Her eyes glowed red. A claw wrapped around his left arm.
This was inspired by horror games in general. I wish I could say I had a particular source in mind but I didn’t. Save for a few exceptions, I really don’t play that much horror content. I prefer to read things on the subject. In other news, I continue to be sick and that’s already horrific enough so I’m keeping this text short.
Impossibly Hypnotic
“Good morning, Mr. Phelps. Your mission – which you have no choice but to accept – is to try to resist this hypnotic recording. I say try just for the fun of it because we all know that’s impossible. Still, it’s fun to watch. Please smile. Your free will will self-destruct in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…”
Because I’ve been sick, I’ve been spending most of the time either in bed sleeping or on the sofa wrapped in blankets and watching TV. Today, I watched two episodes of the 60’s original version of Mission: Impossible and then I wrote this one. Although there’s no obvious female character in this piece, I imagine that the recording Jim Phelps received was narrated by one. I also imagine all the kinky stuff that followed but I’m keeping them to myself.