Science Fiction: Welcome to my Worlds

Six inches from her frilly pink blouse the knife stopped. It felt like he had already plunged the blade into living flesh. Tough flesh. It would move a bit sideways but no further downward. Moving closer to the bed, Abdul applied not only his strength but his considerable weight to the knife. It might have moved another quarter inch. If it wasn’t his imagination. Stubbornly he continued to push against the resistance. He closed his eyes and decided to ask for help. “Allah… aid your servant… in his holy work.” Abdul felt it was his duty to keep trying. Beads of sweat popped out on his forehead at the effort.

“Abdul! Stop! Look!” As he opened his eyes he saw an agitated Faheen dancing in indecision, one foot out the bedroom door and pointing in his direction.

A shower of sparks scattered in all directions. “AIIIII!!!” Reflexively, Abdul jerked his blackened hands away from the smoldering leather of the handle. The blade of his knife glowed white-hot, still throwing off sparks as it landed on the bedcovers. They ignited instantly where the blade touched. Seconds later a smoke alarm began a shrill shriek of warning.

“Abdul, we must leave. The neighbors will hear!”