Monday, July 30, 2012

Jen DeSantis Week 6: Faulty Knots

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Jen DeSantis’ Choice: 1

Title: Faulty Knots

My mouth felt full of cotton, sticky and slow from the drug. I opened my eyes to an instant, blinding headache. I squinted and tried to block the light from my eyes with my hands, but they stubbornly remained together.


A shadowy figure in the distance chuckled and I recognized the tenor.

“Hello, Malloy,” I said.

My voice was thick and slow, repeating dully in my head as the last of the drugs wore out of my system.

“Shell,” he said.

He pushed himself away from the wall and his footsteps thudded angrily in my head. I winced in spite of myself. I hated chloroform headaches.

“Why am I still alive?” I asked, pleased that my voice was evening out. He didn’t need to hear my fear.

“I’m a sentimental fool.”

“That I already knew. Still, I’m a mark. What are you doing?”

“You’re mine,” he replied. “I just needed some time.”

Self-righteous, cocky bastard. He was playing with me. I’d heard this was his style before, the play with his victims before killing them. I certainly hadn’t guessed I’d one day be on the receiving end of his deadly game.

I twisted my wrist within the rope and felt a give. I had a little to work with and I hoped it would be enough. To my great surprise, I found that Malloy had left my feet free. Did he really underestimate me that much, or was he hoping I’d make this interesting?

I chatted him up as I wiggled my arms within his childish knots. They were tied expertly, but I knew them inside and out. Malloy walked round me in circles, making it easy for me to work the knots. I felt them give and nearly wept with joy. Unlike Malloy, I didn’t play games. If I walked out of this room, it would be over Malloy’s dead body.

I sat still as he made his satellite around me, waiting for him to come to the front. His voice in my ear surprised me and I jumped.

“You’ve been naughty, Shell,” he hissed.

I felt him draw in a breath before reaching for me, but I didn’t give him the chance. I clutched my hands together and locked them behind his head. Malloy tucked his head against my shoulder, but the rope gave me an advantage. I yanked him hard, pulling him off of his feet and rolling him up and over my shoulders. I stood as I threw him to the ground, pulling my hands out of the ropes and throwing them to the side.

I shook my head to dispel the lingering fog from the drugs as I planted my foot on Malloy’s neck.

“You underestimated me,” I whispered, leaning down and cutting off his air.

He shook his head and I eased up. “No,” he wheezed. “Never.” “Then why?”

I crouched low, careful not to crush his trachea but not giving him an inch of leeway.

“Can’t kill you.”

“What? Why?”

“You know.”

I blinked, a million memories of our trysts flitting through my mind. I knew it always meant more to him than to me, but could it have meant everything to him?

I let my guard down for only second, but Malloy didn’t waste any time. He grabbed my calf and twisted. I felt something pop in my knee and I bit my lip to keep from screaming. He flipped me over, the back of my head hitting the concrete hard enough to send stars across my vision. When I opened my eyes, Malloy was standing over top of me.

“Gotcha,” he murmured, bending down toward me.

I heard his gun click as I closed my eyes. It had all been part of his game.


Jennifer DeSantis is a Horror and Paranormal Author and host of the #FridayPictureShow. She lives near Philly with her family. In her spare time is an aspiring ninja.



  1. Wonderfully eerie. A great twist at the end. Beauty piece. :)

  2. Glad to see the Assassians are back, although it looks like Shell's day wasn't as good as she thought it was going to be. I've enjoyed watching/reading this story unfold and only wonder if there is still more to tell, if this isn't the end of Shell or not.

    1. You never know what Shell or Malloy has up their sleeves. ;) I'm so glad you're enjoying them. Thanks for your kind words!

  3. Geeze, I love what you do with assassins. I'm glued to the screen when I read your work. Seriously. Her inner dialogue, the wording of the action, their chemistry. Lovely.

    1. Thank you so much. I never figured I'd like writing a story that had no real paranormal element in it, but these two really hold something for me. I'm so glad that you enjoy both the writing and the story. I hope you continue to enjoy! :)

  4. I'm digging the feel of this... sounds like a dangerous game. Exciting, but dangerous.