Chains
by Daphne Garrido
For My Friend -
I’m sorry I didn’t write this the first time. Might’ve saved us some trouble.
The night’s air was slick with a perceived drip-sweat of brutality forborne by some nearing space in time. She’d been forging a path through the darkest alleyways of the red-light district, and nothing would stop this woman from letting loose on all who’d done her people wrong. She was a warrior, and a hero — who carried their same burden; the heaviest thing — she’d never surrender her hope for lifting those from the horror these monsters brought upon the whole of humanity; true evil, manifest in men, re-created into people through the pain they wrought.
Behind her was a lifetime of struggle, and a search to make peace with her path, while allowing bearings forth of change from her every bootstep throughout the city of Sîanció.
Domina Efferos was known to the people. She’d shown out through life, though endless and fiercest efforts of fury, gleaming in effortless grace; some signature nonchalance grafting feelings of awe into all of those with eyes. There wouldn’t be a place she’d feel more right than taking on the very of worst of problems, especially those left untended by society at large, which would weigh upon the people of most desperate need.
Purpose was understood in these actions, found by the faces of those she’d lift from the claws of injustice. It was the sight of those who’d been cast wayward of society, slipping through the cracks, left to rot in the gutter’s of other’s indifference, which would twist her belly and make Domina’s heart cry out.
She’d suffered greatly at the hands of these same forces, and worse than most, to pay it back to the men responsible would prove a blessing towards the healing of those wounds inside her. Through support of those like her, in particular, along with the shouting of truths into the faces so unaccustomed of facing that horror they created thrown back, change would be made in her stead. She was a hero through every step of her life, no matter who thought otherwise, before and after becoming known by that named given by the scum of Sîanció’s underbelly; Chains.
Domina had pounded the punk-bitch to a pulp. A man who’d thought himself unseen in his wicked doings. The fool-made-king — ruler of a falsest fiefdom; one who’d believe the world might bend to his knees — utilizing ego-borne tools he’d not understand, which would eventually consume and overthrow the mind within the man itself.
Carter Morgan aimed to rule the world, but he would not.
Chains would soon be laid upon this man; the fool. He’d feel their wrath suffocating his ability to manifest terror entirely. It was her insight, and wisdom which would lead this victory. Excellence was hers to own — a holding to cherish — Domina bore it onto others by every ripple of her movement through Sîanció. She’d never once back down to threat which believed itself above common decency, or cede to one like this devil playing god.
He’d hide in his tower — it’s lowest structures the faux-heart of this urbanized metropolis, and an intended showcasing of this man’s reign over the poor. Handouts were given of the pettiest kind from its roots. Insults, and nothing more; granules of false-hope to keep the masses begging, and only enough to prevent outright revolt. Yet, Carter aimed to break them all in spirit before there’d ever be a chance for such things. He’d remake them to his own design if it was in his power.
Carter Morgan’s chains would be woman named Domina Efferos, and they’d not be allowing him to breathe for any more than a few moments longer then necessary.
He’d been scrawled on his back, failing miserably to flee through his penthouse, begging, his pleas so petty and meaningless — littered with slurring from blatant abuses in the application of horse tranquilizer — she’d not heard a single one of those words, and that would prove a satisfying certitude she’d cherish for times to come.
Her boot’s grip imprinted across the man’s pre-swollen jaw — her own work enacted by the throwing of fists— showering his teeth across the entryway, such paltry attempts made in crawling back on hands and knees for escape, no match for the woman’s speed, and his veneers without a hope against the bearing of her heel’s strength.
Crying had begun then. She’d let him go a while.
There’d been time for a cigarette — which she’d taken — presence borne surrounding and fulfilling the woman which would be utilized in full.
Her clenched fist upon his velour shirt had torn it right over his head, occluding his vision — causing need to fight a rising abundance of disgust from the grotesque sight of his elephantine midriff — beginning to drag the fool by those outreached arms through the kitchen; towards his balcony.
Allies on the ground; her crew, had cleared the scene — only just enough. They’d want people to see this. Sending a message to the people, of what could be done through the wielding of fearless courage, would be a boon to freedom, and felt most completely by those other monsters like Carter who’d seek to oppress the people with callous heartlessness; thrill seeking in blindness cost, morally broken, exhibiting insulting joys taken in the misfortune of others.
The parapet was a fantastical construction of glass and marble — a thing beauty most capable of reproduction — grandeurs forever reserved to the upper reaches of this falsest borne caste system; a land of sickening hierarchy — their simple materials only having been allowed the time and space to be crafted with grace. Both had been made a currency on this planet, and they’d not long be held by the elite alone. It was their ultimate tool of oppression.
As Chains thrust him over the ledge — allowing her eardrums to absorb his screeching cry towards the absolute nothingness which would be saving him — she’d felt that joy of playing part and purpose, only wishing she might see it from the street, and discovered herself looking forward to that next visage of evil whose clock she might tick-out.
I’ve never used AI to generate a single word on this blog. Run anything you want through an AI detector.
If you work really hard to ignore the first couple lines, that songs super badass. lol