Figments of my Brain

The Bloody Scythe

She opened the cemetery gate silently. Standing in front of her was a handsome prince with a scythe in his fair hand. "It has been done," she whispered. He nodded. Oh! He looked  so good! She could look at him the all day if she could. He had the most perfect brown eyes but now they glinted black (in anger?). The moon's reflection shone in those eyes. He had asked her to remove all the flowers from the graves. It had just been a week since he had started haunting her in her dreams. Right from the start she couldn't resist him. Those eyes were transfixingly  beautiful. He had promised to marry her when the feud between his family members had ended and someone had been avenged. She wasn't sure who.

As she looked at his impeccably perfect features, he looked at her and smiled. "It's time," said he. She did not know what he was talking about and was about to ask when she heard a sound behind her. She turned around and immediately wished she hadn't. A skeletal head was poking out of each grave, and as she watched, the whole body followed. All the corpses formed an order, "Like officers in rank" she thought, and came towards them. "Stop them!" she wanted to yell, but instead, her voice came out stop sounding like a squeak. But she knew should shouldn't fear. Her Prince Charming would  kill all potential danger to keep her safe. Even now, he was raising his scythe. She couldn't believe what she heard next though. "Welcome ladies and gentlemen. We are gathered here to avenge the death of my Alison."

Everyone (or as she thought, every zombie) nodded. They walked forward, except now, they were looking at her. Their gaze was murderous, yet beautiful. With a jolt, she realised her Prince had the same gaze. As she looked at him, he met her eyes. There was nothing beautiful about him now. His metallic black eyes shone  with anticipation, his beautiful face was contacted in fury, hatred, and cruelty. He addressed her and she realised it was the first time he had actually looked her in the eye and spoken to her. "A few thousand years ago, I fell in love," he began. "Alison was the most beautiful and wise girl. She loved me as much as I loved her. Our parents liked each other too and they agreed to let us get married. Then on the eve of my wedding day, a catastrophe struck. Someone, a spirit they said  later, killed my beloved with a scythe. I felt dead. But I couldn't die because either I was cursed or I felt dead enough anyway. So here I am, standing before a jester having promised to marry her when she's the one who killed my Alison with the scythe I hold in my hand."

She couldn't talk. She could only see, hear and feel. She watched as "her" Prince came towards her and raised his right arm with the scythe. In the pure moonlight, she noticed it had a rusty red coating on the tip, like blood. All the other zombies closed in around her. "Alison, I avenge thee," said he and brought his arm down on her.