In Time: Devil Incarnate
This is part of my serial Steampunkish story called In Time. You can find more here.
“Who are you?” he asked.
She stared at him unwilling to answer. He stepped closer and she felt heat pass her ear as a bullet flew into the wall behind her.
“Who are you?” he demanded with an icy edge to his voice that wasn’t there the first time. She let her eyes roam over him one more time, this time noting the white band lurking underneath the collar of his sky blue Henley. She relaxed a little, believing he would do her no harm.
“I am Viola Grace.” She reached for one of the strange guns, twisting it in her hand as she took a closer look. “What kind of place is this that you have weapons like these?” Her amazement echoed in his eyes. He holstered his gun and extended his hand. She took it gratefully and allowed him to lead her out of the closet.
“I am Father Lee, and this is my tattoo parlor.” He made a small bow followed by a grand sweep of his arm. “It was inevitable that you would land here at some point, since it is I who leads this quest.” He stopped and she felt his eyes gliding over her body. “I recognized you when I opened the door. I apologize for firing on you, but Roderick is a master of disguise. The fact that you were baffled over the ink and the guns is what saved you. Roderick has been here before. Come, let us move from this spot. I have much to show you.”
She followed Father Lee to a room with an elongated black chair set on a metal circle that lifted it off the ground. She laid back on the chair and watched as he removed his hat before taking the strange gun from her hand and holding it in front of her face.
“This is a tattoo gun,” he said. She remained still and let her eyes follow as he picked up a vial of ink from a table nearby and slid it into the chamber. He took one of her hands and placed it on his head. “Feel the ridges? These are ‘tattoos’ or what I prefer to call body art. All who enter my Temple are required to receive one.”
Father Lee moved quickly and she found her arm pinned in a steel clamp. She reached down to grab her gun with her free hand when a girl came out from behind a curtain and restrained her. She wriggled and twisted in the seat, but they were too strong.
“What kind of priest are you to hold someone against their will?” Spittle flew from her mouth and rained down on his face. He laughed wickedly in response.
“This is my world and I am God. All answer to me, including you. Without me, there would be nothing. You travel time and gather these pieces because I have commanded it so.”
Pain rendered her momentarily speechless as the gun hammered into her wrist repeatedly. She could feel her skin weep with blood in response.
“You’re no God. You are the Devil Incarnate.” Viola seethed.
For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, Allyson challenged me with “Write a piece in which a character has a conversation with god, using your personal concept of god to define the character — yes, even if you’re an atheist and you believe god is nonexistent.” and I challenged kgwaite with “Write a story based on this line from Patricia Coldwell’s Cause of Death: “Looks like you’ve had some luck,” I said. “Although I’m not sure what I’m seeing. And I might be too early.” “
This week’s challenge from the masterminds behind Story Dam was: Write a piece, fiction or non, in which your character suddenly finds themselves somewhere and have no clue how they got there.
This week’s 3 Word Wednesday words were baffle, elegant, and negate.
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