The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Elaine Pascale
“They are not like us.” She reminded herself as she dragged the scalpel over the taught flesh. The black blood that sprung forth solidified the otherness of the specimen.
Her experiments proved that science was on the side of humanity. The visitors, while experts at intergalactic travel, were barbaric in their conduct and basic in their anatomy. They did not even have the sense to avoid capture.
“They are not like us.”
The black blood thickened quickly upon exposure. “It is not nuanced like our own,” she said aloud but kept the added appraisal “they are monsters” to herself.
The blood that had splashed on her hands pulsed and vibrated. She wiped her hands on the wall behind her, trying to scrape the blood loose and also put an end to the eerie feeling.
“They are inhuman…not human…” she whispered, pulling out an otherworldly organ and wondering if it were meant for digestion or reproduction. The organ felt hot, and she slammed it onto the examining table, creating more splatter on the wall.
When she turned to look, the blood had dripped into configurations that looked like writing.
She grabbed the guide that translated the visitors’ language. Initially, the humans had tried communicating, but soon realized the visitors were designed to fulfill a thirst for knowledge.
“The…possibilities…” She decoded the blood. “for…kindness…are…”
“Are what?” She took the scalpel and stabbed the flesh of the creature in front of her. She stabbed hard enough to direct more blood onto the wall.
“…Endless,” the blood said.
Something about that affirmation angered her. She felt as if the words were judging her.
“They are not like us,” she intoned, running her fingers through the blood and painting over the words
“They are not like us,” she repeated each time a specimen tried to persuade her with its bloody words.
Fiction © Copyright Elaine Pascale
Image courtesy of Pixaby.com
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