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Yeah Write #120: The Unbinding (#amwriting #flashfiction )

The damp and mold in the abandoned basement made Kaya gag even through the sting of the stranger’s slap. Her split lip stung and her wrists chafed against the binding wires that kept what little magic she had in check. Yua, her son, struggled and tried to kick the man who held him by a hank of hair.

“Enough stalling,” he said. “Do it now.”

He pointed to the woman bound in a chair who protested through the gag with hate and fear welling in the tears squeezing through.

“Let my son go, you fecking poltroon.”

He pushed her young son to his knees. “After you remove the restraining spells from my wife.”

The bound woman shook her head violently. “No, he’ll kill me,” her eyes pleaded.

“I can’t. I’m spellbound.” She motioned to the blackmark tattoos covering her arms.

Yua tried to kick him and got slapped for his troubles. Kay seethed and the wires burned her flesh.  The man snorted.

“If you can put them on, you can take them off. I know your type. You have ways around it…so I hear.”

Kaya frowned. Some people couldn’t keep their yaps shut. “Fine, but it’s dangerous and I want my son safe.”

“He can watch,” he said, making Yua squeal in pain.

“Put him in the wardrobe. He won’t go anywhere and I don’t need the distraction.” He didn’t respond. “Look, you fecker, you want this done or not?”

With Yua put away and the binding wires cut, Kaya approached the woman, ungagged her, and untied her legs. She placed a hand on the trembling woman’s shoulder. Don’t be scared. I just need you to come with me for a second.”

Kaya led her to the center of the room where she crumbled and pled. “Please. It’s the only thing keeping him from…”

“Your tats are shit. Whoever you hired left holes. He shouldn’t have been able to get within a hundred feet of you. My husband could have done better, and he couldn’t draw a circle with a compass.” Kaya sniffed at the woman and inspected the spells inked into her skin.

“Hurry up,” the man growled, banging on the wardrobe with a pipe making little Yua scream.

“There will be consequences…”

He approached and kicked her then lifted the pipe ready to strike, but Kaya turned to the task at hand and closed her eyes. She felt the spells even through her bindings. The government tattoos were supposed to prevent her from applying or manipulating markings. A power that she held was too great, they said, and needed containment for public safety. But she could bypass it with great pain and not without some…side effects.

Sweat poured from Kaya’s skin and her tattoos began to glow as she absorbed the woman’s spells which disappeared one by one.

“He’ll kill us both…don’t do it!” The woman sobbed and clasped Kaya’s hot hands and drew back from the burn.

The electricity in the air made Kaya’s hair stand on end, and as the last tattoo faded, another appeared in its place. An tiny stylized wolf head just at the nape of the woman’s neck. Kaya touched it with a fingertip and told her in a hushed whisper, “Close your eyes, and do not move no matter what you hear.”

Power had to go somewhere and Kaya’s body contorted, the bones cracking. A yowl burst from her throat as fangs and claws grew. In a whirl of frenzied shrieks she sunk her teeth and claws into him. Holding him. Binding him. His agonized screams did not stop for several minutes while she consumed his life essence until he was naught but a husk and ash.

Kaya wretched when all was done. She always did hate the taste of foetid souls.  The sweet smell of the cowering woman drew her. The scent intoxicated. Kaya’s lunge was thwarted by the feedback from the proper repelling spell she’d left upon the woman for protection. Kaya yelped in pain and pressed herself into a corner until she regained her human form.

She released her boy and hugged him.

“Did he taste bad?” he asked.

“The worst.”

Kaya approached the woman. “You are safe. Your husband was right. I am the best,” she said, tapping the woman on the nape of the neck which still glowed red from the fresh marking. “If I can’t get to you. No one can.”

 

 

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10 comments on “Yeah Write #120: The Unbinding (#amwriting #flashfiction )

  1. ellenbest24
    April 11, 2019

    Goosebumps cover my arms,, unseen hairs stand electrified at the words you glued together. Powerful juju; and all before my breakfast is consumed.

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    • Laissez Faire
      April 11, 2019

      Oh, I am going to keep this comment in my pocket and hug it a lot. I might make it my desktop wallpaper. Lol Thank you!

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      • ellenbest24
        April 12, 2019

        Good work needs paying with honest comments.

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  2. Jennifer Mierisch
    April 11, 2019

    You built tension well here. I found the magical tattoos intriguing and I was glad to see the evil man go down. I was confused in a few places… for example when the man says, “If you can put them on, you can take them off,” it wasn’t clear to me whether “them” refers to the restraining spells, the wires binding Kaya’s hands, or something else. Also “wretched”… was that supposed to be “retched” or did she feel wretched?

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    • Laissez Faire
      April 11, 2019

      Good catch! It was retched. I tend to put that w in all the time. :p. The “them” was referring to ratios. I am happy, though, that the tension came through. It didn’t come out quite like I had envisioned, but I did make sure justices served with a side of toldyouso 🙂

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  3. northie
    April 11, 2019

    An intriguing take on the prompts: a shifter with magic tattoos … I got a little confused at the start when there were two women (one unnamed) who were both bound. It meant I wasn’t always clear who was being referred to.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Laissez Faire
      April 11, 2019

      I should have used the main characters name more in a couple of places. I had 30 minutes to handbrake out, so I am not surprised 😮 it just isn’t polished.

      Liked by 1 person

  4. unfoldingfromthefog
    April 11, 2019

    I had the same confusion as Northie, but I loved the premise of this and the just deserts.

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  5. Asha
    April 12, 2019

    Tara, you did such a good job with building tension in this piece, and the premise of a shapeshifter/witch who weaves magic with tattoos was intriguing. Like Northie and Jen, the beginning with both women bound confused me a little. I think your solution of using the characters names more is a good one.

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  6. mynachang
    April 12, 2019

    Great tension and anxiety in this! I was also a bit confused about which one was bound, but you can clear that up easily. If you could expand this to 1000 words, you could give a bit more info about the putting on/taking off part. The shapeshifting, magical tattoos, and regulated magic are all intriguing. I hope you’ll do more with this.

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