Prompt: Close
Title: So Close, Yet So Far
Author: Chante-chan
Theme: Close
Genre:angsty... Dark-ish...
Rating: M/T for implied death
Warnings: Implied death
Summary: Close: (1)To bar entry to: (2) The end of an event or period
Word Count: 400
My feet pounded the ground as I peered around, trying to find him.
Where is he?
Where is he?
I counted my steps, trying to keep moving, trying to will my adrenaline to pump faster in my blood. My lungs burned with every intake of air, and every step sent a burning pain along my sides, telling me that I would be better to stop now, to give up.
But I couldn’t. All I had to do was make it these last few yards and then I would be safe. I would be safe and I would be beyond his reach.
Almost there... yes!
Almost there!
I felt the tears of relief flood my eyes and stream down my face as I neared my haven: the Bone Eater’s Well. Just as I was coming across the clearing I felt a crash and then I was thrown to the far end, a warm trickle of my blood rolling from in between my fingers that tangled in my hair searching for the gash along my scalp and the fingers that held my side.
He came into my view and stood just feet from me, motioning to the well. He wanted me to try; to make the chase all the more real. I crawled up to the edge of the well, struggling to get myself on the ledge before rolling inside it.
-;-
I was tired of her. She had plagued my thoughts for far too long. So I was going to end it. Tonight.
When I had confronted her, the mutt and the rest of their rag-tag group had chased after a lead for one of the wretched shards of that damn jewel.
She had been out, collecting herbs for the old priestess. When I first made myself known, I had intended to simply kill her. Instead, she fled.
All the sweeter.
I let her get to where she thought she would be safe. I saw her, bleeding and sobbing, and decided that I was done. If she could escape through the magic well by my count of 10, then she would escape. I took one last long drag of her scent, her blood and fear, and motioned towards the well.
10.
9.
8.
7.
6.
5...
-;-
I collided with the bottom of the well with a pained gasp, my head cracking against the dirt bottom.
N-no…
Please… Kami… No…!
-;-
"One."
Author: Chante-chan
Theme: Close
Genre:angsty... Dark-ish...
Rating: M/T for implied death
Warnings: Implied death
Summary: Close: (1)To bar entry to: (2) The end of an event or period
Word Count: 400
My feet pounded the ground as I peered around, trying to find him.
Where is he?
Where is he?
I counted my steps, trying to keep moving, trying to will my adrenaline to pump faster in my blood. My lungs burned with every intake of air, and every step sent a burning pain along my sides, telling me that I would be better to stop now, to give up.
But I couldn’t. All I had to do was make it these last few yards and then I would be safe. I would be safe and I would be beyond his reach.
Almost there... yes!
Almost there!
I felt the tears of relief flood my eyes and stream down my face as I neared my haven: the Bone Eater’s Well. Just as I was coming across the clearing I felt a crash and then I was thrown to the far end, a warm trickle of my blood rolling from in between my fingers that tangled in my hair searching for the gash along my scalp and the fingers that held my side.
He came into my view and stood just feet from me, motioning to the well. He wanted me to try; to make the chase all the more real. I crawled up to the edge of the well, struggling to get myself on the ledge before rolling inside it.
-;-
I was tired of her. She had plagued my thoughts for far too long. So I was going to end it. Tonight.
When I had confronted her, the mutt and the rest of their rag-tag group had chased after a lead for one of the wretched shards of that damn jewel.
She had been out, collecting herbs for the old priestess. When I first made myself known, I had intended to simply kill her. Instead, she fled.
All the sweeter.
I let her get to where she thought she would be safe. I saw her, bleeding and sobbing, and decided that I was done. If she could escape through the magic well by my count of 10, then she would escape. I took one last long drag of her scent, her blood and fear, and motioned towards the well.
10.
9.
8.
7.
6.
5...
-;-
I collided with the bottom of the well with a pained gasp, my head cracking against the dirt bottom.
N-no…
Please… Kami… No…!
-;-
"One."