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solarbaby614) wrote2009-01-20 09:35 am
solarbaby614) wrote2009-01-20 09:35 am
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Forsaken (2/?)
Title: Forsaken (2/?)
Author: Solarbaby
Rating: T
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 1067
Summary: There were those that were left behind.
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He stumbled from the room, gasping. Pain racked his body. Every step, every movement, every breath caused it to intensify. But he couldn’t stop. Not yet.
Maybe, just maybe, if he was very lucky, he might just be able to make it out before the building blew. Then he would only have minutes to get out before the virus managed to make it to the air.
Somehow, he didn’t think he would be that lucky.
Stairs were harder to navigate than he would have thought possible. His hands latched onto the railing in an effort not to collapse. Tears gathered in his eyes as his breath became harsher, more forced.
Last step and out the sliding door. Screams permeated the air, a panicked mess around him. No one paid him any mind, too focused on getting to safety themselves. Following the ever moving crowned seemed like the best idea.
Mega knew he wouldn’t make it. There was no way. Even if he managed to make it out the city someone was bound to recognize him.
And he was right. He didn’t make it too far before the pain had intensified to an unbearable level. The wall was cold against his back as he fell against it. A groan escaped him but that was all as he gritted his teeth.
Spots danced at the edge of his vision as the world began to spin around him. The last thing he heard was a loud explosion and the growl of an engine before the world went black.
An echo of pain caused Mega to shoot up from his fitful sleep. His body immediately protested the move, his sore muscles turning that echo into the real thing. Sighing, he fell back against the mattress.
A quick glance around the sparse room helped him remember where exactly he was. It was a rented room in a town a number of miles away from the city. Another single bed sat a few feet away from his own, the messy covers showing that it had, in fact, been occupied previously.
There was a soft noise that sounded like a cross between a coo and a giggle that caught his attention. Pulling himself up to his elbows, Mega peered over the edge of the bed. The source of the noise was currently sitting on the floor, playing with what appeared to be a stuffed bunny. “She leave you hear by yourself?”
All he got in response was another giggle as she banged the toy on the ground by its ears.
“Of course,” he sighed.
Brady looked up at him speculatively before abandoning her toy and reaching out to him. Mega stared at her blankly, unsure as to what she wanted. A vaguely annoyed look crossed her face before she crawled to her feet and tried to join him on the bed. There were a few quiet moments of struggling before hands wrapped around her and pulled her up. She giggled as she landed on the bed.
He couldn’t help but be amused as he watched her bounce on the mattress. It jarred his already sore muscles but he just shifted aside and gave her more room. “Where is your mother?”
“Momma?” Pausing, she turned and watched him.
Mega snorted. “Not quite.” He shifted uncomfortably as she continued to watch him until she got bored and returned to her earlier actions. A groan fell from him as he pulled himself off the bed to his feet. His legs almost went out from under him but he caught himself in time and forced himself to stay upright.
He made his way over to a mirror that was set above a dresser. It was old and had obviously seen better days but Mega could still make out his own image. His glasses were sitting beside a bowl of water on the dresser and he slid them on. He looked like hell. The red strips on the side of his face were smeared badly and the techno symbol on his forehead was all but gone.
A sponge set beside the bowl and he grabbed it. The water in the bowl seemed clean enough but Mega still paused before it could touch his face. It seemed wrong. He knew it shouldn’t be, but it still felt that way. These were the markings he had worn for years and it seemed almost sacrilegious to remove them. But they also showed his alliance to Ram and made him identifiable.
Taking a deep breath, he began to scrub them from his face. They came off almost too easily.
A knock at the door made him jump. He spun towards the door in time to see it swing open and a large red-headed woman stepped inside, holding a bag.
“You Josh?” she asked him.
“Maybe,” he replied. “Who are you?”
She rolled her eyes. “The owner. Amara told me to give this to you before she left.” She tossed him the bag.
Mega caught the bag, flinching only slightly at the sudden move. He eyed it for a moment before what she said finally registered. “She left?” He got a confirming nod. “And she left the child?” Another one. “She coming back?”
“Couple months, maybe.” The owner shrugged. “Left you the bike though.” She grinned at him. “If you don’t want it, I’ll trade you for it.”
“And the child,” Mega added, glancing over to Brady who was watching the two of them in amusement.
“Left her for you as well.” The woman didn’t even spare the little girl a glance. “You can keep her.”
“What am I supposed to do with her?”
“Don’t know, don’t care. Just don’t leave her here and we won’t have a problem. Think about my offer for the bike.” The woman turned and left, slamming the door behind her.
Sighing, Mega slid down onto the bed and opened the bag. There was what appeared to be a change of clothes for both him and Brady and a few things in the bottom that he assumed he was supposed to use for trade. There was movement from beside him and he turned to see the little girl sitting beside him.
The two stared at each other for a few minutes before she held out the stuffed animal, offering it to him. A startled expression came across Mega’s face before he reached out and gingerly took it.
“Now what?”
Author: Solarbaby
Rating: T
Disclaimer: All I own is the plot.
Words: 1067
Summary: There were those that were left behind.
oOoOoOoOoOoOo
He stumbled from the room, gasping. Pain racked his body. Every step, every movement, every breath caused it to intensify. But he couldn’t stop. Not yet.
Maybe, just maybe, if he was very lucky, he might just be able to make it out before the building blew. Then he would only have minutes to get out before the virus managed to make it to the air.
Somehow, he didn’t think he would be that lucky.
Stairs were harder to navigate than he would have thought possible. His hands latched onto the railing in an effort not to collapse. Tears gathered in his eyes as his breath became harsher, more forced.
Last step and out the sliding door. Screams permeated the air, a panicked mess around him. No one paid him any mind, too focused on getting to safety themselves. Following the ever moving crowned seemed like the best idea.
Mega knew he wouldn’t make it. There was no way. Even if he managed to make it out the city someone was bound to recognize him.
And he was right. He didn’t make it too far before the pain had intensified to an unbearable level. The wall was cold against his back as he fell against it. A groan escaped him but that was all as he gritted his teeth.
Spots danced at the edge of his vision as the world began to spin around him. The last thing he heard was a loud explosion and the growl of an engine before the world went black.
An echo of pain caused Mega to shoot up from his fitful sleep. His body immediately protested the move, his sore muscles turning that echo into the real thing. Sighing, he fell back against the mattress.
A quick glance around the sparse room helped him remember where exactly he was. It was a rented room in a town a number of miles away from the city. Another single bed sat a few feet away from his own, the messy covers showing that it had, in fact, been occupied previously.
There was a soft noise that sounded like a cross between a coo and a giggle that caught his attention. Pulling himself up to his elbows, Mega peered over the edge of the bed. The source of the noise was currently sitting on the floor, playing with what appeared to be a stuffed bunny. “She leave you hear by yourself?”
All he got in response was another giggle as she banged the toy on the ground by its ears.
“Of course,” he sighed.
Brady looked up at him speculatively before abandoning her toy and reaching out to him. Mega stared at her blankly, unsure as to what she wanted. A vaguely annoyed look crossed her face before she crawled to her feet and tried to join him on the bed. There were a few quiet moments of struggling before hands wrapped around her and pulled her up. She giggled as she landed on the bed.
He couldn’t help but be amused as he watched her bounce on the mattress. It jarred his already sore muscles but he just shifted aside and gave her more room. “Where is your mother?”
“Momma?” Pausing, she turned and watched him.
Mega snorted. “Not quite.” He shifted uncomfortably as she continued to watch him until she got bored and returned to her earlier actions. A groan fell from him as he pulled himself off the bed to his feet. His legs almost went out from under him but he caught himself in time and forced himself to stay upright.
He made his way over to a mirror that was set above a dresser. It was old and had obviously seen better days but Mega could still make out his own image. His glasses were sitting beside a bowl of water on the dresser and he slid them on. He looked like hell. The red strips on the side of his face were smeared badly and the techno symbol on his forehead was all but gone.
A sponge set beside the bowl and he grabbed it. The water in the bowl seemed clean enough but Mega still paused before it could touch his face. It seemed wrong. He knew it shouldn’t be, but it still felt that way. These were the markings he had worn for years and it seemed almost sacrilegious to remove them. But they also showed his alliance to Ram and made him identifiable.
Taking a deep breath, he began to scrub them from his face. They came off almost too easily.
A knock at the door made him jump. He spun towards the door in time to see it swing open and a large red-headed woman stepped inside, holding a bag.
“You Josh?” she asked him.
“Maybe,” he replied. “Who are you?”
She rolled her eyes. “The owner. Amara told me to give this to you before she left.” She tossed him the bag.
Mega caught the bag, flinching only slightly at the sudden move. He eyed it for a moment before what she said finally registered. “She left?” He got a confirming nod. “And she left the child?” Another one. “She coming back?”
“Couple months, maybe.” The owner shrugged. “Left you the bike though.” She grinned at him. “If you don’t want it, I’ll trade you for it.”
“And the child,” Mega added, glancing over to Brady who was watching the two of them in amusement.
“Left her for you as well.” The woman didn’t even spare the little girl a glance. “You can keep her.”
“What am I supposed to do with her?”
“Don’t know, don’t care. Just don’t leave her here and we won’t have a problem. Think about my offer for the bike.” The woman turned and left, slamming the door behind her.
Sighing, Mega slid down onto the bed and opened the bag. There was what appeared to be a change of clothes for both him and Brady and a few things in the bottom that he assumed he was supposed to use for trade. There was movement from beside him and he turned to see the little girl sitting beside him.
The two stared at each other for a few minutes before she held out the stuffed animal, offering it to him. A startled expression came across Mega’s face before he reached out and gingerly took it.
“Now what?”