Word Prompt: Dormant
Plot Generator—Binding Blurb: In 500 words or fewer, write a blurb or a short entry on bending the rules.
It had been a hundred and fifteen years since the tomb had been touched. She was determined to get her hands on it, though. First and foremost, however, she had to get away from the authorities. Grave robbing was serious offense, and that was surely what they would charge her with. They wouldn’t understand her intentions.
She’d heard stories that about François-Marie Arouet de Voltaire’s secret, but nothing had ever been verified. It was her goal to discover whether that secret was true. She’d been researching him for years, studied his works, and learned a great deal about his legacy. Now, she was headed toward the Pantheon to dig him up.
She glanced over her shoulder as she ran. They hadn’t noticed she’d slipped out yet. She imagined she had about a ten to fifteen minute head start before they noticed she was gone and came after her. She hadn’t told them where she was going, so they would have to find that out before they could arrest her. She hoped to be finished by that time.
She wove in and out of the crowd of tourists, hoping she could get inside and find his tomb. She slipped in-between two of the columns and entered huge neoclassic building, heading straight for where she knew he was supposed to be.
Several minutes later, she stood in front of his statue, basking in the sheer beauty of it. She’d been dreaming of this for most of her adult life, ever since she’d heard the stories. Now she was just moments away from discovering whether it was true or not.
Taking a deep breath, she made her way to the necropolis, her mind mapping out exactly where he was supposed to be. She had made sure to memorize the map before coming, that way she wouldn’t have to waste time looking.
Only moments later, she was standing in the spot. A small smile graced her lips, and she glanced around to make sure she wouldn’t be seen. There were tourists and guards everywhere, but she was hidden in shadows, and she hoped that would be good enough.
After saying a quick prayer, and pulling out her tools, she began slowly trying to move the heavy cover on the tomb. It didn’t need to be completely removed, just slid open enough that she could get a look at him. She managed to get the cover moved a good ten inches and peered inside, eager to see if he was in there.
Her heart broke slightly when saw the outline of his corpse. He was still there. She clicked her flashlight on and shined inside, realizing there was something off about the body. He’d been dead since 1778 but he looked perfectly preserved, as if he’d only just died. Her heart began to race. This was a clue.
She stared at his face for several moments, and then watched, astonished, as his eyes popped open. He smiled a vicious smile, revealing two perfectly pointed canines
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