The challenge was 400 words.
The genre: romance
The character; communist
Material; a bottle of champagne
Sentence; "Do you enjoy hurting people?"
Bonus: Character is fearless to the point of stupidity.
I am amused. Heh
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"No," she screamed as the ship began to rise.
Raising the bottle, she threw it as hard as she could at the dull, metallic surface.
Glass shattered. Cool liquid splashed back against her face.
For a moment, the ships movement paused, before it once again began to lift. Desperate and determined, she took several steps backward, then ran forward as fast as she could, flinging herself onto the wet surface. Immediately she slid backward, the wetness of the champagne, and the steep slope of the ships hull rejecting her attempt.
"Please!" She cried, as she tumbled to the ground. "Don’t go! Please!"
Her landing cushioned by broken wheat stalks, she watched his ship fly away, the devastating realization that she would never see him again leaving her feeling as if she’d been thrown from a fifth story window onto concrete.
"I love you", she whispered as the craft disappeared into the night sky.
Curling into a ball, she began to weep hysterically.
Eventually, however, her tears ran out, and that’s when she realized she was not alone.
“You said you love me.”
For a moment she thought she was hallucinating.
“I have indeed returned.” His mental voice was deep and sonorous, unmistakable.
Struggling into a sitting position, she used the tail of her shirt to wipe eyes before she could focus on the figure standing before her.
“You come back?” she croaked. “Why?”
"You said you love me," he repeated, his tone wondering. “Even though I kidnapped you, implanted a device within you, and removed your memory, you still love me?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “I do. The moment I saw you I fell in love. Do you love me, or do you just enjoy hurting people?”
“I was just doing my job. But you were different. You are different,” he replied. He turned away slowly.
She bolted to her knees, reaching out. “No! Please!”
He looked back. “I cannot stay.”
“Then take me with you,” she pleaded.
“My people are not like yours. We believe in total equality.”
“That’s wonderful,” she exclaimed. “I’m a communist. I will fit fit right in.”
“If you’re sure…”
“I am,” she interrupted.
“Then come.” He extended his hand toward her.
She took it, careful not to put too much weight on it and stood, towering over his slight, gray figure. Looking down into those large, dark pupiless eyes, she smiled tenderly.
“Let’s go, my love.”
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