Challenge 195
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kh_drabbleTitle: Sprig of Holly
Challenge: 195 Chance Meeting
Word Count: 481
Notes: I apologize if some of the wording is stilted/awkward sounding, it's been a solid two weeks or so since I've written anything, this is my icebreaker, so bare with me?
Squall was going to die, there was no way around it. This information settled into him like a drug even as he attempted to hack and slash his way to freedom. The shadow creatures were too large in number; he was too alone with only the bailey wall pressed against his back in place of comrades.
He could taste the blood still seeping from the cut he had taken across the bridge of his nose; it fell in rivulets, obscuring his vision and painting everything a grotesque shade of pink. There was no time to cast a heal spell, even if he had the energy to spare.
The wind picked up suddenly, pressing against everything in its wake. The shadows hissed, scurrying away from the new intrusion. With the wind came a noise, like a motorboat , or a helicopter , or an airship, Squall thought with a sudden sense of relief.
He watched, half slumped over his own gunblade, as the ship moved in closer. It was like nothing he had ever seen before; a ridiculous monstrosity comprised of brightly colored blocks. A pale hand was extended to him from the open bay door.
"Hurry!" a young girl cried, tugging at him by his jacket.
Squall scurried into the ship's hull, his blade falling next to him with a clatter. The girl that had helped pull him in passed her hand over his face and he felt the instant take of magic stitching his injury closed. It fell away quickly, the wound still open but no longer bleeding.
"I'm sorry," that same voice from before said, "that's all I have left."
She removed her hand, offering an exhausted smile. Squall recognized her almost instantly as the young healer in training from the academy; Gainsborough or something. He gave the cabin a cursory glance, there was only one other person back here with them, a small girl with a mop of black hair. She glared at him from beneath an over-sized towel and as far as Squall was concerned she greatly resembled a half drowned kitten.
"If yer done playing hero I'd like to get the hell outta here before those things take a chunk outta our tail." came the pilot. He stared over his shoulder at Squall with a flat look. "Well kids, ain't you got something to say to the guy that saved yer lives?"
The small kitten like girl lobbed a sopping wet shoe at the pilot, nailing him square in the head. "You sure took your sweet ass time you stupid old man!" she shrieked. Which they would later learn was Yuffie for "thank you".
They sat there huddled in that small cabin as the man named Cid piloted them to safety; nobody meeting anyone else's eyes and none of them having any idea what they had just gotten themselves into as their home caved to the darkness.
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Challenge: 195 Chance Meeting
Word Count: 481
Notes: I apologize if some of the wording is stilted/awkward sounding, it's been a solid two weeks or so since I've written anything, this is my icebreaker, so bare with me?
Squall was going to die, there was no way around it. This information settled into him like a drug even as he attempted to hack and slash his way to freedom. The shadow creatures were too large in number; he was too alone with only the bailey wall pressed against his back in place of comrades.
He could taste the blood still seeping from the cut he had taken across the bridge of his nose; it fell in rivulets, obscuring his vision and painting everything a grotesque shade of pink. There was no time to cast a heal spell, even if he had the energy to spare.
The wind picked up suddenly, pressing against everything in its wake. The shadows hissed, scurrying away from the new intrusion. With the wind came a noise, like a motorboat , or a helicopter , or an airship, Squall thought with a sudden sense of relief.
He watched, half slumped over his own gunblade, as the ship moved in closer. It was like nothing he had ever seen before; a ridiculous monstrosity comprised of brightly colored blocks. A pale hand was extended to him from the open bay door.
"Hurry!" a young girl cried, tugging at him by his jacket.
Squall scurried into the ship's hull, his blade falling next to him with a clatter. The girl that had helped pull him in passed her hand over his face and he felt the instant take of magic stitching his injury closed. It fell away quickly, the wound still open but no longer bleeding.
"I'm sorry," that same voice from before said, "that's all I have left."
She removed her hand, offering an exhausted smile. Squall recognized her almost instantly as the young healer in training from the academy; Gainsborough or something. He gave the cabin a cursory glance, there was only one other person back here with them, a small girl with a mop of black hair. She glared at him from beneath an over-sized towel and as far as Squall was concerned she greatly resembled a half drowned kitten.
"If yer done playing hero I'd like to get the hell outta here before those things take a chunk outta our tail." came the pilot. He stared over his shoulder at Squall with a flat look. "Well kids, ain't you got something to say to the guy that saved yer lives?"
The small kitten like girl lobbed a sopping wet shoe at the pilot, nailing him square in the head. "You sure took your sweet ass time you stupid old man!" she shrieked. Which they would later learn was Yuffie for "thank you".
They sat there huddled in that small cabin as the man named Cid piloted them to safety; nobody meeting anyone else's eyes and none of them having any idea what they had just gotten themselves into as their home caved to the darkness.
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