Dead Woman 1

[Dead Woman]

Part 4 of 8 of the small stories. 
Part 1 – The Gunslinger 1
Part 2 – The Templar 1
Part 3 – Blockade 1
"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring." Marilyn Monroe
"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." Nietzsche

I

The Fall of Troy

   Armageddon!  The world that she had fallen in love with was now dead.  Its body was burning nearby and she could smell its roasted flesh from far away.  Every so often the night would be pierced by the screams of mothers who saw their husbands emasculated and sons slaughtered.  She placed her hands over her ears to drown out the agony but it grew louder just to spite her.  Enraged she looked up towards the statue of Mars – the god of war – and spat at it.  She cried out with venom, "You are a false god!"

   Chiseled by artists whose hands were blessed by the gods, the statue of Mars stood still with his head lowered in quiet contemplation.  A spear was in his right hand and a shield was in his left; a warning that he was ready to shed blood.  Was his pose real or was it a trap that it lured his prey? 

   Slowly rising to her feet, the woman spat again at the statue crying out, "You promised us victory, and you failed to give," and with all her spirit could muster she proclaimed with hatred that came deep from her heart, "that makes you weak!"

   Mars opened his eyes.

II
   Calmly, the god of war said, "I did not promise you victory.  I promised you gifts that would win you the war if you had the honor to use them.  Your defeat is not because of me but rather because you and your people lacked honor."

   The woman smiled.  The god of war did not realize that he had given her an opening and she took it with zeal by saying, "How much honor do they have to celebrate when there is resistance."

   "What do you speak of woman?" He asked, angered that she had dared to use a victorious tone with him. "There is no resistance.  They have won."

   "Have they?" She asked as she stepped towards him saying, "Am I not here?"

   Laughter escaped the statues lips as he said, "You are here whining."

   "That is what you believe," she said and it was then that Mars understood.  Would he have responded to a prayer spoken now? Of course not.  Mars did not give his time to those who lost the battle and the war.  She tricked him to come out and it made him reevaluate her plea and what the Greeks were doing.  Most who showed such disrespect were always made examples of and she wouldn't be any different, but, he would give her what she wanted.

   Nodding his head in defeat, "So be it.  They will fear you and your hunger for revenge ... and blood." The woman understood she would get justice but there would be a cost, but she would never ever let it chain her ...

III
Today – Steel Canyon

   ... and she never did.

   She lifted her head up from the neck of her prey - someone who thought that white pride was a super power.  She dropped his body unceremoniously before her prey's partner who was shaking.  She wore all black leather from top to bottom.  She had a beautiful face with sparkling eyes and a coy smile, but that smile had fangs that were covered in blood.

   The solider blinked and found that his alluring killer right in front of him.  He began to shake, whimper, he was going to scream.  She placed a finger against his lips which shushed him saying, "Now, now, no need for that."

   She moved her finger away from his lips and he whispered, "Who are you?"

   Finding his question adorable she said with a sweet, sweet smile, "Sweetie, don't you know a dead woman when you see one?" And she pounced on him the second he relaxed as blood that didn't see it coming tasted better.