WRITING CHALLENGE : The Continuous Drip

Posted on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 7:52pm by
Edited on on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 7:52pm

Mission: Mission 1 - Bridges
Location: Various
Timeline: MD01 04:00
290 words - 0.6 OF Standard Post Measure

Drip...drip...drip. The sound as of a leaky faucet continuing to interrupt her sleep. Drip...drip...drip.

Then she felt it splatter on her forehead. Drip..drip...drip. Actually, she saw it hitting her forehead. The dark drops continued. A sort of water torture. The liquid splattered upon her lips. It wasn't tasteless as water should be. There was the familiar metallic taste of blood. Drip...drip...drip.

Now the face wasn't hers. It was blurry at first, but clearly a man. Drip...drip...drip. The picture cleared; the face belonged to the ambassador. The blood continued to drip...drip...drip. The ambassador's lifeless eyes stared upward as if seeking something in the infinity of space. Drip...drip...drip. Unblinking with each splatter. Uncaring eyes, showing no expression of emotion.

The perspective changed, showing the view of those lifeless eyes, seeing the unending drips coming down, unable to avoid them. The were dropping from something that appeared metallic. But again, the picture was unfocused. Only the blood appeared focus just before it struck the forehead.

As the picture refocused, the metallic object clearly became a dagger. A dagger that was in someone's hand. Lysina followed the arm connected to that hand back to a female body. The face was blue. The female was Bolian. The crying Bolian female was her.

Drip...drip...drip.

Lysina screamed in the night as she jumped up from the place she had chosen to hide herself for the evening. Realizing the nightmare as she came to her senses, her senses were on edge. Lysina knew there would be no more sleeping tonight. Reluctantly, she arose and began to walk the deck where docking ships were shored, looking for her passage out of Federation space.