A Little Less Than Kind

My first thought: This must be how Hamlet felt.

Not the angst-y teenage Hamlet. Hamlet Sr. The guy who was poisoned by his brother so that he could get with his wife. His own brother, a guy who was everything rotten in the state of Denmark. That guy, screwing his wife while he floated, a noble man in all respects, robbed by trash. Now I am that man. Or, woman. Or disembodied, gender-less entity. 

It's hard to tell at this point. It doesn't feel like I have control over that kind of thing anymore. If I did, I wouldn't be here. Watching my fiance bang my worst enemy so hard she was probably seeing stars. He had killed me to get with her. The injustice of it all.

Hamlet Sr. had turned to his son for revenge. I didn't have any off-spring. Hamlet Jr. had managed to get eight or more people killed inadvertently in his quest for revenge. Good thing I didn't have any off-spring. 

Still, the police were asking questions. They were asking questions to him. The man who was my Gertrude turned Claude. 

It would be a shame if several items that he owned were stained by a suspicious looking liquid. It would be a shame if the blood I had been dripping since my unfortunate revival became noticeable to the living. It would be a shame if I had been practicing this trick for weeks. It would be a shame if I managed an impressive trail of it. It would be a shame if the police found my body. Most of all it would be a shame if this had all been discovered in the late hours of this night. It would be a shame if a search of his house was carried out while he was saying "I do" to the worst person ever. It would be a shame if the arrest warrant were obtained for this night. It would be a shame if the sounds outside were something other than room service.  

I stared impassively at the moving forms on the wedding bed. Hamlet Sr. had wanted to spare his love, but not his murderer. For that I call him weak, because Gertrude's betrayal was clearly worse. Still. Hamlet Jr. had the right idea. Let those who do the wrongful screwing end up themselves royally screwed.