QUOTE(BlorgAlmighty @ Jul 25 2012, 02:07)

He stared at the ground, his eyes firmly affixed upon the slippery piece of wax that had fled his fingers with a desperation so intense you could have sworn that it was alive.
Once large and mighty, time (and water) had reduced this former emperor to a sliver of its former self, a pathetic and fragile thing that had little left to live, and even less to live for. Existence itself was torment for it, and it yearned for the day when death would come and deliver a sweet release. Yet, before that could happen, it still had one last thing to do.
He sighed, and bent down to pick it up. His fingers surrounded it on all sides, forming an impenetrable wall that allowed no escape, no refuge from the horrors that awaited it. They closed down like a five-jawed maw, determined to catch their prey.
But this was no normal prey.
As soon as the fingers came into contact, it used sped away with frightening determination, heading towards the originator, the base of commands that housed the fingers. Slipping under his grasp, it smashed into his foot, causing him to take a step backwards without losing momentum.
He gasped in shock, but it was too late. By the time his foot came back down, it was under him. Time froze as he tried to maintain balance, but its slick flesh would not allow any reprieve.
It flew up in the air, but the same could not be said of him. He stumbled, trying in vain to grab onto something to slow his descent. Alas, it had seen to that beforehand, and he fell, smashing the back of his head against the back of the wall as he did.
The last thing he saw before he bled out was the piece of soap hurtling towards his face.
5/5 Would read again.