#MenageMonday 2×05 : Not An Option

John sang in his underground estate, protected from the chaos on the surface. “I put a spell on you…” He looked at the distant top of the cavern his family had spent generations constructing. “Because your mine!”

He’d spent the afternoon monitoring the news channels as they rapidly flooded with stories of the new plague sweeping through the Norfolk and Virginia Beach areas. “V243 eats red blood cells. It’s a most useful weapon. I’ll have to have more made.” Already 30,000 had died.

Norfolk and Virginia Beach surviving was not an option. John wanted them destroyed totally, so nature could heal the damage caused by millions of humans.

“They will build a memorial to John Paul, the man whose family was blown to bits by drones sent from Norfolk, the man who yielded God’s sword of vengeance.”

John figured another seven million or so dead in Virginia might bring be enough for nature to heal the land. Then his family start growing the population again. That growth mean they would gain more power. More wealth. More control. The families would be even stronger.

He’d smiled at the picture of one female human shown on the news. The way blood leaked from her body, and left speckled stripes everywhere, had been especially lovely. “They’ll ramp up the war.”

“Amazing what a bacteria that eats red blood cells can do, isn’t it?” Of course, the families were safe. He had the antidote.

“I put a spell on you…” he kept singing.

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I wrote this for week 2×05 of Cara Michaels‘s #MenageMonday flash fiction challenge. You can read about #MenageMonday here. Please, go read all the short tales from this week. The tales are always little works of art, crafted with words, meant to be shared, and enjoyed. And many of them are amazing. Oh, and… Happy Halloween.