Sayemontess- Dying Breath

Trigger Warning- this short story contains Sexual Content, Nudity, Violence, Suicide, Some Strong Language, and Substance Abuse.

Sayemontess- Dying Breath

Part One- The Return of the Elzebum Man

He never wanted to return to Sayemontess, but, like it or not, the shapeshifter returned to make his final mark. He stepped out into the perfect sunlight, and he headed to the castle. As he had recently acquired a great fortune from a man he frightened to death, Elzebum made his trek to the castle through the woods as to not be seen. At will, he could change his form, but not his size. He could be a giant, black spider like in the good old days in the labyrinths where he would literally frighten his simply terrified victims to death. Scary, but no. Not today. He was going to approach the castle as a man. He was a man on a mission. Could Sayemontess finally be his? He sure hoped so. He had spent decades haunting the labyrinths. He missed it.

Part Two- A Shapeshifter’s Shocking Apendage

As Elzebum reached the castle, he removed his clothing. All part of the plan. He remembered that the beautiful citizens of Sayemontess adored the human body despite the Bible’s cries for discretion when it came to revealing yourself to someone. He was hot. Each feature he designed himself, and sorry to say it, but he had made himself an irresistible member. Even the few men that were left would swoon when they saw it. They would be jealous of his sex with every right. The women would want him, and not them.

As summer blew in, Elzebum, all sweaty and dirty, made his arrival. As he crossed the bridge, he noticed a freshwater fish that was caught, and squirming on a line. So, he took it as an offering to whoever was the great leader nowadays.

Part Three- Arrival

“May you take me to your great leader?” Elzebum asked the guard. The guard did not answer. “Please?” Elzebum asked. The guard remained silent, and he opened the castle’s giant doors to let in the naked, and quite attractive man.

Smoke filled the atrium. Was it a party? Everyone was high on their homegrown drugs, and Elzebum wanted to join in. He came with one belonging- his full wallet.

“Attention!” He said. “I have money. Lots of it. May I try what you are partaking in, please?” All of the beautiful women rushed towards him. Some of them removed their clothes. They fed him drugs as they stroked his hot body to get him in the mood. “I brought your great leader a freshwater fish.”

“We have no great leader, now.” Said Sophora. “No one has stepped up to the plate. We have no heir, and we are all dying. Here, drink absinthe, and spend the night with me?”

“No! He’s mine!” Shouted Katrina- who only dreamed of getting pregnant. Then it happened. A brawl broke out amongst the two beautiful women. Sophora quickly won, and she grabbed Elzebum by his member, and she led him right to her bed.

Part Four- Katrina

Jealousy was common in Sayemontess. When Katrina lost in the fight, she swore death to Sophora. Death to all! If she could not get pregnant, then she would poison everyone. Elzebum did not want her, so, as Sophora made love to him, Katrina took to the poisonous plants that grew wild in the forest. Arsenic tasted like almonds. She would make an almond beverage that would taste amazing, and she would shove it down everyone’s throats if she had to. Sayemontess would be hers even if she was the last one standing. They would drink her poison!

Part Five- The Castle, and it’s Neighbors

The castle was perfect, but thirty-nine beautiful citizens could not contain it. They were all on the decline, so Katrina made all thirty-nine beautiful citizens a nice, refreshing drink. She promoted that it would boost immunity, and that it would give the beautiful citizens a nice glow about them. They would all feel better, but as they horribly died off, Katrina had to give answers, but there currently was no court. She was a murderer, but without court, there would be no justice even though she killed off half of the population. The other half was too smart to drink the poison, because Katrina was weird. Some of them claimed to be allergic to avoid drinking the solution. What would the other half do? Twenty lost in a day. Pathetic. Katrina would not become the great ruler of Sayemontess.

As the oracle who lived in the northern colonies arrived blindfolded to the castle of Sayemontess in the middle of the night, she swore she had nothing to do with the poisonings or the raids- a lie. She gave permission for the raids, and that would cost her greatly.

“Be warned! It is the end! The end for us all! I am dying. We all are dying. Let us create a great union. Let us join together!” But, little did the oracle know that her time would be up that day. She took one last, deep breath. Scared, she was able to say, “You do not hear my plea, so it is death. Death be on all of thee.” She gasped for air, but it did not meet her. As she struggled to breathe, Clive, a random, beautiful citizen slit her throat to put her out of her misery. Her body would be tossed in the morning.

Part Six- Dying Breath

It was six in the morning. Early, but the men of Sayemontess did not care. All of the beautiful men that had survived were swimmers. The strongest of the strong. They removed all of their clothing in preparation for one last battle. They would remove the northern colonies once and for all.

Carl wanted to die for Sayemontess. He dreamed about it. Carl would soon die. It was the way things worked. Lots of death, and zero births. He charged the northern gates unprotected by anything but a sword. He took out beast after beast, then Carl felt something sting his crotch. It was a wasp! Wasps were rare in Sayemontess- surprisingly, but it did happen, and his allergic reaction killed him on the spot. Poor Carl! He died for Sayemontess, and the beasts of the northern colonies strung him up to be observed as an example of stupidity.

“DO NOT STORM OUR GATES, OR A TREACHEROUS DEATH WILL BE UPON YOU!” A sign read at the gates of the northern colonies. The beautiful, few citizens of Sayemontess backed off.

Before the beautiful men returned to the castle,Sophora snuck up on Katrina, and killed her with her bare hands, and a stick.

“One less bitch to feed.” She mumbled. It was a messy bludgeoning, and Sophora did not feel bad about it. It was the end. The end of Sayemontess. Then, all of the sudden, battle cries from the north! It truly was the end! Luckily, the gallows were free, and there were plenty of nooses. Sadly, there were nineteen beautiful citizens left, and today they would all die. It was the easiest way out. Even Elzebum would meet his demise. He could not shapeshift himself out of the hanging. He accepted that it would be a quick, and easy death, so he took to the gallows nude as the rest were stripped naked. One closed her eyes before her execution, and all she could say was, “It was all just a dream.” Then her death swiftly followed. Now they were down to eighteen.

Sweeney, the executioner, would live. He strung up those who were left, including Sophora, and he hung them one at a time by pulling a giant, heavy lever.

The beasts from the northern colonies could be heard screaming their great battle cries as they made their quick approach. Little did they know they had no battle to fight. Sweeney would allow them into the castle where he would join them for a roast dinner that he/I would make myself. Sayemontess was over, and this made me, Sweeney, very sad. I had captured so many great, beautiful stories from Sayemontess. I have even stayed in hiding in order to get my great stories out. It’s fun chopping off heads. Try it! It does cause some feisty lower back pain, though! Lord! I had survived for so long, but now it was time for a new order. Could the newcomers make this work? Would the northern colony’s citizens make for a better life at the new castle? We shall see, but as for me, I am out. Peace!