Today's theme:
Mercy1. Submit your drabble that fits this theme as a comment to this post. It should be between 100-300 words, if you go over/under a bit that's fine! If it's longer than say 400 words, I ask that you post on your journal or fanfiction.net and then submit the link to this post. If you find that your story is going to be very long (
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Rating: PG
Drabbles completed so far: 6/100
"Don't kill me."
I hesitate, poised above the human (not human, I tell myself, not completely) prostrate on the floor, and my blade raised to strike and sever his head from his body.
"Please, Andalite, don't kill me."
There is no hatred in his voice and it surprises me, to hear a Yeerk say the name of my race without fear or contempt. But this is war and I am a warrior. A lack of conviction on his part will not stop me from doing mine.
"Please."
So why does it?
"There's a human in here, remember? A weak, helpless--" He breaks off, face twisting momentarily. Swallows hard, visibly. "He doesn't want to die."
< Okay, guys, > Prince Jake says. < Let's bail. >
Still I remain frozen, lethal blade glinting over my head. One stalk eye swivels to see Prince Jake slinking towards the door, minus a forepaw and the bottom half of his tail. My other human friends are not far behind.
"Leave me be, Andalite, please."
< Come on, Ax-man. >
The Controller's face twists again and just for a moment, there's a brief change in the eyes: triumph rather than fear. "Do it," he chokes, before the Yeerk regains control.
< Ax! >
"Please, don't."
FWAP!
I trot daintily around the dark crimson pool spreading on the floor and rejoin my friends outside.
It was a mercy killing.
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