Thanks to the ongoing nocturnal assaults by Talanda, Janx hadn’t enjoyed a decent night’s sleep in weeks. He’d been beheaded, boiled in oil, impaled on spikes and subjected to all manner of gruesome indignities. Her attacks had not debilitated him as she had, no doubt, intended but had, instead, strengthened his resolve to overcome whatever the Universe might hurl at him.
He was Janx, dammit! He was a tenured Academy professor…a xenobioligist without peer…a master of Molecular Manipulation Sciences…not someone to be toyed with. Today was all about making a statement to those that would hound and harass him. The death of that damnable traitorous furball Gunther would send a clear message. Leave…Janx…alone!
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: Mastermind. As a personal challenge, I have been stringing the prompts from week to week into an ongoing story. This marks the 14th such and previous installments may be found here.