Worth

The scaled hand set the deep red gem on the counter.  It was a breathtaking specimen, the size of a fist or heart.  “How much is this one worth?” the raspy voice hissed from beneath the cowl of the cloak.

The judge looked up casually eyeing the obscured figure.  He lifted the gem and carefully examined it through his loop.

"I'll give you 10 years."

The breath hissed angrily in and out somewhere in the shadows of the cloak.  The judge looked nonplussed, almost bored as he stared at the figure waiting for the answer.

"Done," the voice finally hissed.

The word was barely finished when the judge lunged forward grabbing it's claw.  The creature hissed in pain or rapture as life flowed back into it.

"Begone." the judge said pushing the creature's claw away from him with disdain.

It turned and left without another word setting off to hunt for its next fix, the next soul.

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Entry For: ThursThreads Week 85

Deep Space Hunger

The ship deftly rounded the spinning asteroid sighting the alien cruiser as it attempted to elude

Week 84 Honorable Mention

destruction.  The photon capacitors discharged into space and the fleeing vessel blossomed into oblivion.   The black of space consumed the explosion with a quick snap.

“Nice shooting B9”, squelched the tinny voice over the radio.

“Thanks C7, you keep flushing ‘em out and I’ll take ‘em down.”  He replied performing a nose over and reversing direction in less than a heartbeat avoiding the spreading debris.  “This never gets old.”