Viola materialized in the alley behind Father Lee’s tattoo shop. A searing pain in her wrist rendered her breathless and she stopped moving, allowing her body to sink down to the pavement, and leaned back against a brick wall. She could feel the tattoo throbbing and pulsing like a heartbeat pumped full of adrenaline. Her quivering fingers hastily removed the velvet swatch from around her wrist, tearing the protective gauze wrapping in the process. The small magnet Nieve placed over the ink was torching her skin. She grabbed it and tossed it, wincing as its heat burned her fingers.
The tattoo was angry. It had risen from the surface of her skin like a cattle brand. A closer look at the markings revealed a tight, small script around the cross. “Abandon” was etched above and “Hope” was beneath it. She realized that Father Lee knew. He knew what she was capable of. He knew the power of the magnet on the velvet swatch. It was crystal clear to her now that he had baited her and she’d fallen into his trap.
Viola understood that despite her ability to heal, the ink would remain. She recognized the blazing fire in her wrist. He’d done his homework and added silver to the ink. Silver was the only metal that her body couldn’t tolerate. It would deny the healing and the mark would remain. Slowly, the silver would work through her blood and destroy her. The magnet she’d put on her wrist would only hasten the process as long as the wound was raw. Her eyes lifted to the sky. Nightfall was coming. Tears dampened her face. She would have to unleash the beast within her or let the poison run its course.
It was going to be a long night.
According to Dante, the gates of hell are inscribed “Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.” Write on Edge challenged us to be inspired by such a warning, in 500 words or less for this week’s Red Writing Hood assignment.
I welcome and appreciate your feedback. Please feel free to share your thoughts in a comment. This story is very much still new, and still a very much a work in progress. For this prompt, how did I do? Could you feel her hope evaporate? Did I use enough description to set you in the scene even without knowing exactly how it all came to be?
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