Prompt Winner: Imagenn793
You guys are killing me – a three-way tie? Really? This was a tough decision – so tough that I honestly couldn’t pick among the three, so I used a random number generator to choose the winner. To be fair, I did best three out of five, and Imagenn793 came out on top! That particular response is the darkest of the three, leaving Rita both free but a little broken. It’s a great way to end her story and beautifully written to encapsulate the feeling of the overall tale. Who knew this would be where we ended up after Rita’s bout with a cold?
Congratulations to Imagenn793 on a well-deserved win!
The release shocked her. Rita stumbled where she stood, the lurching of the bus and its passengers finally taking its toll on her mind and body.
The power hadn’t overtaken her since…Walter.
The noise of the destruction travelled to Rita’s ears and brain, snapping her back to reality. She stood from where she was sprawled on the floor. Broken glass shards littered the ground and the smell of the brakes’ screeching dominated the wreck.
She was surrounded by shouts of pain. Looking around, Rita suddenly noticed the blood that covered the many glass shards, the bodies that hadn’t moved and the driver who was slumped forward.
All of the anger and fury she had felt at these people vanished like a flashlight dead of battery. One moment she wanted to see these passengers cowering beneath her glare and now Rita wished that she was back under the old woman’s taunts and insults.
Becoming dimly aware that she hadn’t moved, Rita walked around, helping the other passengers. She received some odd and accusatory looks, but Rita stared back defiantly. There wasn’t any way they could pull this on her.
Moving towards a body on the ground, she froze.
It was the old woman. The one who’s sneering had started the loss of control, the involuntary burst of power that for years had been clenched deep inside her mind.
The woman’s face which once snarled was instead drenched with crimson. Her eyes were torn, covered in pieces of glass like so many other victims.
Rita backed away. She ran past the people screaming in agony, the bodies that lied still, the driver whose head now rested on the wheel’s horn.
The ear-wrenching and startling deep honk made people jump, but not Rita.
She escaped from the damage and the one she cared most about.
Walter is gone, Rita reminded herself forcefully, and bringing back this power will do more bad than good.
Rita was through with the horrific dreams and memories that haunted her being.
The chants and sacrifices.
It was too much…
No one noticed her departure in the commotion but later on they would mutter to themselves in their homes:
What happened to that crazy business girl? The one whose eyes glinted scarlet, whose growl pierced everyone’s ears before the crash and whose nails grew into long talons as sharp as a razor.
They would never know.
And there you have it! I wonder what will become of Rita now. It’s a sadder ending than usual, but that’s what makes it so great, don’t you think? Thank you so much to everyone who’s participated this round – this story only got this far thanks you: writers, readers, and voters 🙂
Be sure to check out Imagenn793’s blog and show the writer some love! It’s a young blog, but there’s great stuff to read:
If you have suggestions for a title, send them my way and I’ll put them up for a vote! We’ll be taking a break from #TuesFlashFicTrain before we pick up another round next week, but keep an eye out the rest of the week for a post of the whole round 3 story.
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As always, think happy thoughts!