[Fandom_muses July Prompt: Fleeing]
Kara opens her eyes, sees something cloudy, something vague. She is drifting in whiteness, in calm, in a light that is bright but does not burn.
I was supposed to be dead.
She's almost angry about it. What was all of that--the conversation with her mother, the deathbed conversation, the thing that was supposed to relieve her of her guilt and make it all okay?
What was the frakking point of that, if all she was going to do was wake up, drifting, in atmospheric storm?
Frak Leoben. I knew it was him. That bastard--
Something breaks in the horizon. She is no longer in a storm, no longer subsumed by planetary atmosphere or drifting amidst debris from a shattered Raider. The roaring in her ears, a mild discomfort, becomes louder, more pronounced. She's going to lose consciousness. Maybe now she's actually going to die. She's no longer sure she wants to.
There is something beyond the edge of what she can see, something that breaks across the darkness of space. A soft blue surface, streaked with white clouds.
Oh, Gods.
The image is momentary, but it is enough to know what she has seen. It is enough to know she does not want to die. It is enough to know there is something worth living for.
I was supposed to be dead.
She's almost angry about it. What was all of that--the conversation with her mother, the deathbed conversation, the thing that was supposed to relieve her of her guilt and make it all okay?
What was the frakking point of that, if all she was going to do was wake up, drifting, in atmospheric storm?
Frak Leoben. I knew it was him. That bastard--
Something breaks in the horizon. She is no longer in a storm, no longer subsumed by planetary atmosphere or drifting amidst debris from a shattered Raider. The roaring in her ears, a mild discomfort, becomes louder, more pronounced. She's going to lose consciousness. Maybe now she's actually going to die. She's no longer sure she wants to.
There is something beyond the edge of what she can see, something that breaks across the darkness of space. A soft blue surface, streaked with white clouds.
Oh, Gods.
The image is momentary, but it is enough to know what she has seen. It is enough to know she does not want to die. It is enough to know there is something worth living for.