Gaining Power. Flash Fiction.

Sarah hung up, she didn’t have time for petty problems like these.
“Is it sorted?”
“Yeah, just Jack being an idiot.”
“So he’ll be able to get it, right?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just had a different name and he was confused.”
“And you’re sure it’ll work.”
“Yes Beth, for the last goddamned time. It’ll work.”
“Ok.” Beth looked down at her hands.

Sarah let out a slow breath, she would be glad once this entire this was over and she could be free of these idiots.
“But what if it doesn’t?”
“Then no harm, no foul ok? There is literally no downside to this.”
Well, not for Sarah anyway, but the others didn’t need to know that.

“Have you heard from Scott?”
“No, have you?”
“No, I sent him a text and I haven’t heard back.”
Sarah shrugged, “He’ll be here, he said he would.” Sarah suspected that Scott was just ignoring Beth again and her endless, mindless texting, you could barely hit send before another one arrived. It was never anything interesting either, just stream of consciousness thoughts and bullshit. Sarah smiled at Beth, after today she wouldn’t have to deal with any of that again.
“Are you ready for your part?”
“Yeah. I mean, I think so. You didn’t leave anything out did you?”
“No, I gave you all the instructions.”
“Ok. And you’re sure?”
“Yes. I am.”
“I’ve got the candles in my bag. I was so worried the guy was gonna start questioning me on what they were for and stuff.”
Sarah nodded, there was no point in even trying to talk to Beth when she was like this, it was easier to just let her prattle on.

Jack arrived ten minutes later, interrupting Beth’s monologue, she hadn’t noticed that Sarah wasn’t even responding anymore.
“Oh, good, you’re here. Have you heard from Scott?”
“Yeah, he’s on his way. Said he was running a little late.”
“Did you get it?”
“Yeah, wasn’t too hard to get. Though I don’t know why everything has to have all these damn names, just pick one!”
Sarah smiled, “Well, you have it now and that’s what’s important.”
She glanced at her watch, where the hell was Scott? They were supposed to be meeting at twelve, and already it was half, she wanted to get this show on the road.

Sarah took a deep breath, they were finally ready. Scott had wandered in about twenty minutes after Jack, he looked as dazed as usual, but he brought everything he needed. Sarah had set everything up the day before so all they had to do was start.
“Ok Beth, you light the candles, then Jack you pour your mixture into the bowl when I indicate, then Scott, you’re gonna have to pour your stuff on top, then I’ll blow out the candles.”
“Is that it?”
“Pretty much, I have to do some chanting but once we’re all involved in some way it’ll be fine. Everyone ready?”

Sarah started chanting, she wasn’t sure what the language was but she said it with perfection, she pointed at Beth who started to light the candles with slightly trembling hands. After that Sarah pointed to Jack who poured his mixture into the bowl in the centre of the circle. Sarah kept chanting, she pointed at Scott who added his mixture to the bowl, finally as her chanting reached its peak, Sarah blew out the candles.

“Is that it? Nothing happened.”
“It should have worked.”

Sarah shrugged, “We can try again if you like?”
Beth suddenly yawned, “I’m pretty tired. Maybe another day.”
Scott nodded, “Yeah, I have some stuff to do.”
“I told you to keep the day clear.”
Scott shrugged, “yeah well…”
“I guess I better be off too. Anyone want a lift?”

Sarah smiled as the door to her room closed. It had worked perfectly. She just needed the others to uphold their end of the bargain and everything would work out. Fifteen minutes later Sarah collapsed, her whole body shuddered and jerked. After a moment it passed, gasping, Sarah sat up, then she started laughing. She stretched carefully and breathed in deeply, she could feel the power running through her body. The others were dead, but that was the price she had to pay for her power. It wasn’t her fault they were too stupid to do their own research, they had gone along with it all willingly and agreed to do their part in the ceremony. They might not have been so willing had they realised that it meant their deaths but some eggs needed to be broken, and as an added bonus she wouldn’t have to deal with their idiocy again.


About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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