Writing Prompt: Contrarian

Writing Prompt: Contrarian

Follow along each week for a 50-word Fantasy writing prompt and comment your own responses!

Special Rule: This one is much longer. Sorry for not keeping it under 50 words, just couldn’t stop.

“Please, my dear. I need a place to stay.”

The innkeeper eyed him with suspicion. Even the beggar’s low hood could do nothing to hide the angled jawline. She hadn’t seen an elf in years and could not deny her curiosity was piqued. He seemed ragged and in need, to say the least. “Fine,” the woman conceded, “one night.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you!” The elf stepped through the door on light feet to show his gratitude. His smile was as infectious as his face beautiful. As he threw his arms around the innkeeper, she couldn’t help but blush from the embrace.

With his arms around her, the woman felt glad that she did not turn the elf away. Long had it been since another had held her so, she realized. No romantics were necessary, just the warmth of another pressed against oneself. She felt herself melt as he continued to whisper his gratitude in her ear, soft with earnest.

She looked up at him, those gorgeous eyes gazing back. Only the once tender expression had turned to the sinister grin of wickedness. Pure thrill evident by the creases of the elf’s eyes as his true intentions became apparent. It was not until he had witnessed her face shift from comfort to fear that he finally pressed his blade into her spine.

The pain was so overwhelming and fierce that she could not even scream. The woman could only stand helplessly in his murderous grasp, paralyzed. Yet her eyes remained unaffected. She watched as the elf relished in her anguish. His huddled and seemingly decrepit form stretched upward in ecstasy.

“Thank you,” Chakal whispered in the same gracious voice he had emulated previously to earn her trust. He wiped the tears from her eyes with a long finger and shivered with excitement as his victim seemed to grow even more terrified at his bare contact. Nothing pleased the assassin more. He removed his dagger from her back and let her limp form crash to the floor. Smiling at her once more, Chakal wiped the blood from his blade on her cheek. “Thank you,” he repeated before leaving the inn.

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