Dagger
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Josi Kern
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Short Story
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2009
I am running, running, running. How will I escape? There is no telling what he can do to me. I must run, and though noone will believe me, I must tell them anyway. They are under his thrall, they all are. But I will try to reach the next state if I have to, to tell them of the damage. I will tell everyone, everywhere, I will tell them how to resist, and I will tell them where he cannot go. He is chasing me because of my power, I am too powerful and knowledgable to be alive. But the only catch for him is that I cannot die. But I am very vulnerable and he has been trying to put the thrall on me ever since he found out. All of his minions are the walking dead, and that lessens their strength, knowledge, and power. But if I am under his thrall, I will be more powerful than it is possible to imagine. I will be alive. I will be what is not possible in a dead world like this. My power will exceed that of those sorcerors who made him. I scream, a scream that reverberates through this living forest. A branch catches me, and squeezes me until I am almost unconscious. He walks up to me. He plunges his dagger in my gut.
Now I am his.