Friday, March 29, 2013

Aretha Tesla: The Shortest Chapter I've Ever Written

I woke on a cold, stone floor, in what looked exactly like the dungeon in Mevolent's castle. Every part of me ached and my neck felt almost like it had just been snapped in half, but the pain was quickly melting away.

"Aretha..." I heard a smooth voice next to me- it was smooth and soothing, almost like melted dark chocolate. Whoever it was, I don't think he noticed I was regaining consciousness. "I am so sorry..." Then, without either of us having moved at all, I felt myself on a soft bed, and before I had even opened my eyes, I fell asleep.