I didn’t forget about WiP Wednesday yesterday; when I had everything all ready to go, the website server was wonky. So, today, a day late and not a dollar short (’cause, hey, I don’t get paid for this) we have the weekly offering.

Death.

It is an act of nature that no human can escape.  It is a final binding clause in humanity that is determined the moment birth occurs. From the moment you are born, you die a little each day, bringing death that much closer.  It is inevitable that you will die.

Many of us will pass without notice.  Passing silently as the muggy, hot air of summer hangs in the air. Or as the crisp, clean breeze of autumn blows through the trees.

Whenever, however it happens, the fact stands out starkly that you will go. There is no escape from it though many people spend their entire lives trying.  Spend it running away from that which chases them.

It can not be outrun.

It can not be beat.

No matter how advanced technology is in this era, it is of no use when it comes to matters of death.  Human bodies were not designed to live past their usefulness.  The body serves its purpose and then ceases to exist.

Humans being humans as they are could not accept this fate. That is when the monsters came. Humans began slicing genetic code trying to extend lifelines past their natural timeline. All attempts failed. The results were gruesome and horrific, unspeakable to even those involved in the process.

Talk about morbid. O_o

This is actually a cut from a sci-fi/futuristic storyline that I was working on at one time. Since I’ve actually got a sci-fi story waiting in the wings of my brain, this will no doubt come into play somewhere, though I’m not actually sure. It’s very early in the game for this one as I’m still trying to finish up other things (edit one novel, re-write another and finish another).

On a positive note, all the books in the Hidden Chronicles have titles now.

Today’s WiP offering has something … of a different flavor. That flavor being bondage. If that’s not your flavor of reading, just pass on by the WiP for this week. No harm, no foul.

“Why the hell are you sitting in the dark?” Even as she asked, her eyes narrowed as she noticed that I saw at the far end of the table completely nude. Those dark eyes of hers narrowed even further when she saw the circles of leather sitting on the table in front of me. “I thought we discussed this.”

I tipped my head forward in acknowledgment. She was right, we had. “I respect everything you said; I even understand your stance. I once felt that way myself.”

Her arms crossed, obviously not as amused as I was. I could tell she knew I was up to something but she couldn’t tell what and that was obviously frustrating the hell out of her. “Then why are those here?”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the tone of her voice. The accusation she was implying. “I bought them today.”

“No shit.” She said dryly, leaning against the archway that separated the front corridor from the dining room. “I meant why are they here when you know that I have no interest in them.”

I smiled as I reached forward and hooked one of the cuffs over my finger. “Because it’s not your interest I care to discuss.”

This is actually a second in a series called “Room” (the name of the series is “Room” not this story) and probably the most recent thing that I’ve written (okay, worked on, since this isn’t finished) that’s not HC centric. They’ve got an intriguing relationship, that’s for sure. Seems like Celia (the one who apparently has a hang-up about the cuffs) has a lot to learn, judging by what’s been filtering out of my brain in regards to these two.

Poor girl.