The Fiend

Jessica opened the apartment door. Trash swirled in the air, sustained by a breeze through a broken window. “Brandon! Where are you?”

“Get out Jess,” he whispered, lying face down in front of their flat-screen TV, a gaming controller in his hand.

“What?”

“The Fiend, it won’t die.”

“This all day?” she said, starring at the on-screen image; two glowing eyes shrouded in cover. “Why do I stay?”

“Go,” he panted. “It’ll come back. I can’t protect you.”

“Oh my god,” Jessica cried, covering her mouth with her hand, noticing Brandon’s bloodstained clothes as he clenched at his torn-open stomach.


WORD COUNT: 100 Words