The prompts I used this week are
Which Catherine has none of, and Failure is not an option.
“She must have been mentally unstable” Emma said, cold
shivers tickling her neck, “completely insane. Why would she kill herself just
because she thought she’d been stood up?”
“In those days, being jilted at the altar was a much greater
thing; a matter of slight, of dishonour. The entire family would be thrown into
uproar and consider it an insult to them, as much as to her. I believe,
however, there was more to it than this. I fear she had the propensity for
madness; something no one knew before, or perhaps had not spoken of, for fear
she might become un-weddable.”
“But that was awful. Her family knew she was unstable and
didn’t tell anyone in case Tristan changed his mind?” Emma tossed her head.
“Huh. That’s horrible. Her parents must have been cold and mean.
“It must have been hard bringing up a daughter like that.
Mental illness wasn’t seen the same back then, was it? If it wasn’t the result
of possession, it was a character flaw. So, they shut their mouths about their
daughter being completely bonkers, hoping she’d be married off and someone
else’s problem.
“So…the curse? Did it work?”
“Oh yes. Since that time, every Loughbridge male who reached
the age of twenty one years, took ill with an unknown malady, and after
lingering on for a time, and sinking into madness, they all, without exception,
died.”
“What kind of malady?”
“They grew cold, to the point no fire was able to warm them,
as if the life that heated their veins was being drawn out of them.”
“And the madness?”
“They believed themselves possessed by an unquiet spirit who
tormented them in dreams and, finally, in their waking hours. They were all
found dead in the summerhouse with expressions of horror on their faces, as if
they’d witnesses something so terrifying it stopped their hearts.”
“Catherine?”
“Yes, I believe so.”
Emma looked over at Ash and said fiercely. “That won’t
happen to Ash. I won’t let him die.”
“I will help you, Emma, but it will not be an easy path.”
“I don’t care how hard it is. I won’t let my brother die.”
“Let’s say we believe this crazy story,” Adam said, “which
I’m not saying I do. What does it have to do with you? What do you get out of
it?”
“Peace,” Tristan said, drawing himself up and meeting Adam’s
eyes.
“You’re him, aren’t you,” Emma said. “Catherine’s
fiancée. You weren’t named after him;
you are him.”
Tristan gave her a tired smile. “Yes. I am he. I have
watched for so many years, as Catherine has taken one young man after another.
The last was such a long time ago, I had begun to hope…. I should have known I
would not be here if it were over. I can sit by no longer. This has gone on too
long. Too many innocent lives lost and ruined.”
“But how…? How can you be? Are you a ghost?”
“I don’t know. All I know is that I have lingered here;
watching helplessly as Catherine torments me with her goddamn curse.”
“Does she know you’re still here?”
“Oh yes; she knows. I believe it is partly because of me she
keeps it going. It is to punish me as much as anything else.”
“Does she know what happened? That you didn’t stand her up?
That you died?”
“She knows.”
“Then why? Why is she doing this?”
“Revenge, Emma. She is determined to make me suffer as long
as she can for the way she believes I made her suffer. Although I was innocent,
she sees me as the man who left her at the altar, who brought shame to her and
her family, who was the cause of her madness and death. As irrational as it is,
that is her belief. She will not stop until the last Loughbridge man is dead,
and I cannot rest until she does.”
“But…. It’s Ash. The last Loughbridge man is Ash. There’s no
one else; no distant cousins or remote members of the family. My mother was an
only child and both my grandparents had only sisters. Ash is the last.”
“Yes.”
“Then why are you doing this? Why now, after all this time?
All you have to do is wait for him to die and it’s over for you. If you hadn’t
told us about the curse we’d never have known; never have fought it.”
“Do you think I have stood idle all these years? Do you
think I have not tried? With every one?”
“Oh. I…I’m sorry. I didn’t…”
Tristan gave her a weary smile and shook his head. “I
understand.”
“So, what can we do? How can we save Ash?”
“I don’t know.”
“What if we leave? What if we go far, far away.”
“Catherine has her claws into him. Wherever he goes, she
goes. There is no escape.”
“Then what…?”
“He cannot escape her. Perhaps we can help him fight her.
Drive her away.”
“Have you tried before?”
Tristan looked uncomfortable. “Yes, but your brother is a fighter,
I believe. More so than others. He reminds me of myself.”
“So, what should we do?”
“Watch him carefully. Perhaps we can prevent the madness. In
other cases the family have not accepted the truth. You are the first who are
so open to the truth. The descent into madness was as much fear of their own
sanity as Catherine’s tormenting. If we support him and reassure him that what
he sees, what he believes, is truth, is her…. Perhaps it will make the
difference.”
“Do you think it might?”
“I hope so. It’s all we’ve got.”
“It has to,” Emma said, staring at her twin, who suddenly
seemed fragile and precious. “Failure is not an option.”
This week, we have a new format. Instead of me posting links to all the other flashers, Andy Gordon has very kindly posted them all on the Wednesday Briefs website, along with the first hundred words of each story. Head on over there and support the rest of the briefers, you never know, you might find your new favourite author.
Yes, failure is not an option. Emma must save her brother - with Tristan's help, I suspect.
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I can always rely on you to comment hun. You're no idea how much it means :) For sure Tristan is going to help. I haven't worked out how yet :) Knowing me, there's currently an evens chance Ash might not make it I haven't killed anyone for ages.
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