Six Sentence Story: Remnant
Shay was ecstatic when the knock came; three short knocks, three long knocks, three short knocks, Rio’s ‘secret’ knock to say ‘the coast is clear, let me in.’
He had rushed from the other room, leapt over the couch, and was reaching for the lock when he heard Rio speaking; “Shay, don’t open the door Shay, It’s not me, they got me, don’t open the door.”
Shay stared at the door for several minutes, his hand still on the lock, as he listened to Rio repeat himself over and over, trying to protect Shay even in death; “Don’t open the door Shay, don’t even let me know you’re there, just hide, don’t open the door.”
They weren’t really dead, though Shay was sure they wished they were; the parasite disconnected their brains from their bodies, allowing them to see, to hear, and to speak, but they had no control over their bodies at all and could only watch in horror at the things they were forced to do against their will.
Shay backed away from the door as he felt the panic set upon him, felt his breaths come in short bursts, the burning tears forming in his eyes; he fled to his room, locked the door, and curled into a ball in a corner of his closet before he allowed the sobbing to begin.
At least one good thing came from this; it was now confirmed that the Remnant parasite could access the host’s memories – but then, maybe that wasn’t a good thing either.
This is my contribution to the Six Sentence Story prompt from GirlieOnTheEdge. The word this week was: Remnant.
I have been toying with ideas on unique names for what to call… them… and this weeks prompt was a great choice.