“Where’s the shovel?” Sebastian asked but before I could speak, he chided on. “Didn’t you bring the shovel? How’s one supposed to bury a body with only one shovel?” My mouth opened, “Oh, I see. . You’re expecting me to do all the work, aren’t you?”
Before Sebastian could open his fat mouth again, I cut in. “Brother, if you’ll just shut up and listen for a second. I couldn’t get the shovel. They were coming and you know I’d die if I faced them.”
“Then why’d you bring the kerosene lamp and the brush? Fire and wood, that’s worse!” Bash spat. “You were never that bright, were you? Even as a human and now, as a vampire, you’re even more stupid. So tell me, brother, did the stupidity amplified somehow?”
I balled my fists, full of anger ready to explode. “You say one more word…”
Bash laughed, “You’ll what? In case you forget, I’m the smarter brother.”
In a flash, I found my fist in his chest around his heart. He groaned. “You’re right. I am stupid, stupid for sticking ’round here, cleaning up your mess. I should kill you right now but that would be too painless for you.” I grinned. “So I’m gonna let them do it.” I pulled my hand out and whistled. Tens of men armed with wooden stakes and bullets fell from the trees and before they could get to me, I was already zooming through the woods.
This is a response for Roger Shipp’s new flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner. We are given the beginning of the sentence and we are to finish the story.