Oh-ho, finally done with summer work~
Aug. 26th, 2007 09:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windhover...and just in time, as school starts tomorrow. Ahaha.
Anyway, wrote this for a challenge on the VGCats forum, so I figured I'd post it here, as well.
Anyway, wrote this for a challenge on the VGCats forum, so I figured I'd post it here, as well.
Chaos surrounded them. Chaos was everywhere, echoed in the wails of a hundred sirens, and in the hurried footsteps of a thousand or more confused patrolmen. Only one cell in the dank prison remained untouched, unaffected by the chaos that now dominated the entire fortress.
The two figures within stared at each other in wonderment—a tall soldier, wearing the strange, bulky uniform of a foreign military, and a young girl in a white dress, tattered and stained with dirt and blood, who couldn’t have seen her tenth year. The prisoner’s pale blue eyes gazed in awe at those of a dark, indeterminable hue, and an understanding passed between them:
“I will protect you.”
The little girl took the soldier’s outstretched hand, and they ran.
~
How many corridors were there before freedom? The girl followed closely at the soldier’s heels, holding onto his hand for dear life, and the soldier cursed himself for having forgotten. He had once learned every passageway, every control room, and every escape route on pain of death for the sake of his mission, but in his desperation to distance himself from the guards, he had gotten lost.
A figure moved up ahead, followed by a shout and a weapon leveled at the soldier’s head. The girl screamed. Without missing a beat, the soldier had his own gun drawn, eliminating the patrolman with his greater skill. Before the body had time to hit the floor, the girl tugged impatiently at the soldier’s sleeve and led him down an adjoining hallway.
The soldier’s hand shook as he tried to replace his gun; he felt like he was in a daze. He hadn’t expected to have need of ammunition, as he didn’t think there would be this much disorder, and he had just used his only supply on the lone patrolman. He heard more shouts ahead of him, behind him, on all sides—the girl came to a halt, then darted behind him, hiding behind his legs.
They were soon surrounded by patrolmen, each one armed with a rifle far more menacing than the soldier’s single weapon, each one aimed directly at him. They wanted their prisoner returned to them. The soldier had found himself in the worst possible scenario. His mind faltered, and his gun clattered to the floor—
Strangled cries and a sound of something being crushed came from behind him, as something warm splashed against the back of his neck. Crystals coated the ground surrounding him, and large spikes jutted out from the ground and impaled the men where they stood. When the last one had been slain, the crystals retreated, letting the patrolmen slump to the floor.
The bright red that had flared in the girl’s eyes deepened once more to its original dark color. She looked disdainfully at the fresh blood that stained her dress, and turned back to face the trembling soldier, who knelt to meet her at eye level. She smiled, wiping blood from his cheek.
“Don’t worry. Didn’t I say I would protect you?”
The soldier’s blue eyes shone once more with amazement; he swallowed thickly, and nodded. The guardian stretched out her arms, and the prisoner lifted her onto his shoulder.
They ran.
The two figures within stared at each other in wonderment—a tall soldier, wearing the strange, bulky uniform of a foreign military, and a young girl in a white dress, tattered and stained with dirt and blood, who couldn’t have seen her tenth year. The prisoner’s pale blue eyes gazed in awe at those of a dark, indeterminable hue, and an understanding passed between them:
“I will protect you.”
The little girl took the soldier’s outstretched hand, and they ran.
~
How many corridors were there before freedom? The girl followed closely at the soldier’s heels, holding onto his hand for dear life, and the soldier cursed himself for having forgotten. He had once learned every passageway, every control room, and every escape route on pain of death for the sake of his mission, but in his desperation to distance himself from the guards, he had gotten lost.
A figure moved up ahead, followed by a shout and a weapon leveled at the soldier’s head. The girl screamed. Without missing a beat, the soldier had his own gun drawn, eliminating the patrolman with his greater skill. Before the body had time to hit the floor, the girl tugged impatiently at the soldier’s sleeve and led him down an adjoining hallway.
The soldier’s hand shook as he tried to replace his gun; he felt like he was in a daze. He hadn’t expected to have need of ammunition, as he didn’t think there would be this much disorder, and he had just used his only supply on the lone patrolman. He heard more shouts ahead of him, behind him, on all sides—the girl came to a halt, then darted behind him, hiding behind his legs.
They were soon surrounded by patrolmen, each one armed with a rifle far more menacing than the soldier’s single weapon, each one aimed directly at him. They wanted their prisoner returned to them. The soldier had found himself in the worst possible scenario. His mind faltered, and his gun clattered to the floor—
Strangled cries and a sound of something being crushed came from behind him, as something warm splashed against the back of his neck. Crystals coated the ground surrounding him, and large spikes jutted out from the ground and impaled the men where they stood. When the last one had been slain, the crystals retreated, letting the patrolmen slump to the floor.
The bright red that had flared in the girl’s eyes deepened once more to its original dark color. She looked disdainfully at the fresh blood that stained her dress, and turned back to face the trembling soldier, who knelt to meet her at eye level. She smiled, wiping blood from his cheek.
“Don’t worry. Didn’t I say I would protect you?”
The soldier’s blue eyes shone once more with amazement; he swallowed thickly, and nodded. The guardian stretched out her arms, and the prisoner lifted her onto his shoulder.
They ran.
