Halloween is coming soon. The news is beginning to report strange happenings. It's hard to tell if these happenings are real, or if they're embellishments of real events in light of the Halloween spirit. A girl sits on the couch in her home, watching the news. The lady on T.V. told of a man who was stabbed in the heart and survived.
"I've got it," the girl exclaims, "I know how to torture my character." She picks up her laptop and poises to write, thinking of just the right wording.
Just as she moves to type, a voice calls out from the dark behind her. "Don't type one more word."
The girl freezes, 'I live alone,' she thinks, afraid to turn. "W... what?"
"I will NOT go through any more of your crap." The voice is angry.
"What do you mean?" 'It's a woman' she determines.
The woman walks around to face the girl, and the girl feels a small bit of recognition. the woman is just over five feet tall, average weight, coper red hair, bright green eyes, light freckles, and a spidering crack up the left side of her twenty something face. "You know what I mean."
"Who are you?"
She stares down at the girl, "Don't you know? You created me."
The girl sits up a little, "liar, you're probably just dressed as her."
"I'm not a liar..."
"Ha, got you, if you were her, you WOULD be a liar."
A glare is sent to the girl. "That's YOUR fault. Be careful, human."
"How is it my fault?"
"You wrote my lies. You wrote my pains. You made me kill my own mother." The floor cracks like glass, and the crack on her face flares open.
The girl scrambles back in fear. "How did you..."
"Your... fault." the woman's anger flared. "What were you planning to do to me?" the girl's mouth gaped open and closed, open and closed. "Tell me," the woman says in a voice more surrounding than a human's.
"J... just a stake to the heart by someone who thinks you're a vampire. You wouldn't die."
"Why?" her anger grows, "what is the point of that?" a glass cup by the sofa shatters.
The girl looks guilty, "well... the story was getting boring, I needed something... interesting to add."
"And so you figured a stake through the heart was a good idea?"
"Yes?"
She grabs the girl by the neck, and pulls her up so their faces are very close, "Don't."
Trying to pry the woman's fingers open, the girl tries a threat of her own, "I could kill you."
"I wish you would."
"By someone you care about."
"You insufferable human," the cracked woman tightens her grip on the poor girl's throat. "There is no one left to care for."
"How... would you... know?" she chokes out.
"They're all dead."
"That... could change. Please."
"No! No more changes. No more problems. No more of you controlling me. I'm DONE with you." The woman squeezes her fist tighter, and the girl shatters like glass, into a million shards.
Soon after, with a look of satisfaction, the woman shatters as well. After all, what's a character without its writer?
So if you're a writer who tortures you characters, be careful. Especially during this Halloween time. When things turn strange, and the spirits roam. You might meet your characters. What would they do to you?
Happy Halloween :^)
Author's note: If you want to know more about the woman with the shattered face, read, "Hell's Daemons" in my works. Thank you, and don't forget to vote if you liked this. :^)