Writing Prompt

Walking through the crime scene, the rookie is looking a little green. I pull out the evidence bag and gloves to begin collecting the remains. “Don’t stand their princess, get down here and get your hands dirty!” The rookie slowly bends down closer the gore. Too engrossed in the wretch scene, he failed to hear the footsteps behind him. In swift movement the killer with surgical precision, slices through the rookies neck adding his head to the bloody mess. With relief, I rise to my feet, take the payment and walk off. This is the end. I am now free from the servitude of this black soul!

I looked down at the naked man laying on my table and the most jaring thing about him were the whites of his eyes. Not the duct tape and muffled screams behind his mouth, not the 4 leather straps incompacitated his limbs in thrashing silence. The whites grew a size larger when I revealed what had been in my hand. I demonstrated my tools intended purpose by tracing playful lines on the man’s bare chest, carefully not to tangle the tubes that connected it to the imbalming fluid reservoirs. “Red out, Blue in” I sank the tool into his chest and his beating heart and my machine worked in unison to solidify his organs. The whites of his eyes began to dim, and he no more had any identifying features. Perhaps I’ll replace them with dolls eyes, I’m sure he’d like that.

“Your target is the cabba gang’s leader, Mirage” The director told the two agents as slid a paper across the table with the targets file. “The buyer said whatever you do to him is your choice.” Agent Z smirked but Agent A’s expression remained unchanged as he picks up the file and reads through it. “Meaning you can kidnap him, incapacitate him, hell you two could demostrate how your guns work to his face. Point is, I don’t care what you two do as long as it sends a message. Any questions?” “No, I believe you solidified your point” A responded as he put the file down. “And Z Keep it quiet this time will ya?” The director declared. “SIr yes sir!” Z shouted Agent A and the director could both tell she was being sarcastic.

"Let me demonstrate", the cat hissed, as the dog circled around his bowl for the fiftieth time.

The dog had failed to grasp that his solidified, frozen meal was the result of the human's ploy to slow his eating. He simply resorted to whining and circling around the bowl until it had melted, as though his willpower would make his meal change states faster.

At last the cat had run out of her admittedly limited patience. The first few times, she had enjoyed watching the dog moan and complain to the human about this new practice of his. But now, each pitiful moan that escaped the dog's muzzle only made her hiss in annoyance.

"You are a contemptible creature", she spat with a look of disgust, "and I no longer wish to watch this shameful display."

The dog gave a huff and resumed his incessant circling, an action she decided to interpret as a plea for help.

"You have to attack the mass, you see.", she flexed her claws ,"Incapacitate it, just the way I do with those pesky rats. "

Demonstrate your loyalty to the party. That voice is buzzing in my ear, nagging at me to kneel. But yet I stand over the shoulder of a life. A scar thin as paper slides down his neck and into his uniform. I recognize its pattern, the curve before it dips. My feet step, scuffle into the officer who pushes me back. My thoughts are incapacitated, unmoving and heavier than lead. No, it's not who it is. He mutters something into the crackling gunfire and I stiffen with him. The truth solidifed in space and time, as did he.

I am solidified on english learning and i have

My goal is simple. If you will allow me to demonstrate, then I will show you something that will truly change your life. I will show you something that will leave you feeling like you can incapacitate anyone who may block your path. With one swift shift of your eyes you will solidify your opponent as soon as their face turns to yours. Medusa, I want you to be my apprentice and become the most infamous woman in history. I want to help you harness the power that we both know you hold within you already. Are you in?

She watched as he stood before the class from beside his desk. "I will only demonstrate this once. So, it is best if you pay attention." He enunciated each word, his gaze fixed on a specific student. "If done correctly, this will allow you to incapacitate your enemy without any risk of detection to yourself." He spoke and began to move through the process. She looked back down at her textbook and skimmed the passage pertaining to the current lesson to further solidify the practical demonstration in her mind. She felt confident. The previous couple of days she obsessively poured over the entire chapter in preparation and mimicked the process as best she could. "Now...let us begin with..." She looked back up to find him pinning her with a merciless glare and a snide remark very likely on his lips. She swallowed and prepared herself for the barb of words that would inevitably be directed her way for the duration of today's lesson.

I stood in front of the crowd, smiling, waving, but not letting my true emotions show. It was only a matter of time before they find out, and with what I have to do, it could very well be today.

The council had asked me to demonstrate my powers to the public, to let them know that the rumors about my powers being taken had been fiction. I hadn’t been incapacitated, the city was still safe, so long as I had my powers. So long as I could keep the citizens safe.

I didn’t want to lie to them, but it would cause more panic. Only a handful of people could know, and that handful of people were currently under the stage, prepping the machines that would mimic my powers.

The command had been clear: solidify the people’s belief that they were safe, that they could still depend on me, or die.

Jorah kept barking out orders. "Solidify your stance!" Amelie gritted her teeth in frustration, Leanna wasn't getting the same treatment. No matter what she did something was wrong. Maybe if he would demonstrate what he wanted, she could replicate it and be done with this.

Leanna disarmed her with ease and Amelie could finally see the years of hard work in her sister's movements, she was incredible. "You're supposed to incapacitate me, not the other way around." Her sister told her lightly.

"It's a lot harder when I have to do it his way and not my own."

"If a challenge comes up where we have to fight like this, you'll be grateful."