[drabbles] Us Versus the World
Us Versus the World
Correction status: unknown
Author(s) : yue_akuma
Pairing : see each drabbles intro, but in fact none or almost.
Rating : R-ish for mentioned violence
Genre : Alternate Universes / idk / kind of war-ish things?
Warnings : Violence, sci-fi?, robots.
Disclaimer : Niet owning, oh my.
Summary : Four drabbles inspired by songs from the latest Linkin Park album.
Notes : this is random. Also, more to come when I'll be back from work... In like 3 days. *headwall*
The Catalyst (HinaYasu)
It's just a blur of things blowing up, of loud sounds and bright lights, dust and cries mixing with the water of the rain.
It's also the feeling of skin against skin, of shared glances, of footsteps on the cold concrete as bullets were flying.
Unknown faces running in the opposite way, thunder above their heads, houses emptying one after one or turning to pieces.
It's a mystery how they make it alive, out of the area and into a deserted place, where buildings are down to the floor since a few days already.
They can still hear the gunfire and the screams, they can still see the bloodstains and broken toys on the floor, but they're out of it.
One tries to push his tears of fear away, the other tries to find how to get out of town.
Hand in hand, they keep on walking, knowing that there's no way back now.
When They Come for Me (Yoko)
He hides behind a car, watches as the guys in black walk by; they're searching for him, as they've always been.
Once again, they can't see him.
He slips into the shadows of the street, avoiding lights and people passing by. A mere look makes the dogs shut up, and light caresses make the cats go back into slumber.
He can control animals and human beings, using psychology and natural abilities; he still runs, not remaining close to anyone or anything.
Taking what he wants when he wants it, before releasing it back and moving to something else. One-night stands, a few days’ long pleasures, fleeting sins leaving to more ephemeral ones.
When the guys looking for him enter his apartment, he's not here anymore, not in this street, not in this town.
On the coffee table, they find a note, saying "when you'll come for me, I’ll be gone"; and he is, once again.
Wretches and Kings (SubaRyo)
They weren't scared of the robots. They weren't scared of the metallic noises nor were they scared of the awful amount of them all around.
One sighed, the other one shrugged; a smile shared, a wink, a huff.
Both grabbed their machine-guns.
Androids were marching on the now empty avenue, creating craters and making the ground shake.
Old remains of cities now put to pieces made them act since the beginning, and they weren't going to stop, not now.
The older one adjusted his glasses, and started advancing, followed by the younger man after this one threw his cigarette on the floor.
Guns noises echoed between dusty buildings, witnesses of the last fight between humans and living machines.
Blackout (MaruKura)
Glasses hitting the floor, plates scattering on the ground, leaving thousands of pieces; tables pushed and hitting chairs, falling against the cupboard.
A body on the ground, standing up again. Light reflecting on the blade.
It should be easy, two against one; just it isn't.
The knife goes millimeters away from one man's neck, before hitting the other one's arm; blood splatters on the wall, short scream of surprise.
A punch flies to the attacker's face, making him stumble. The knife lands on the floor; the hurt man kicks it toward the other room; the knife ends up under a couch, out of reach.
It should be easy, a trained military dude against two supposedly stupid guys; just it isn't.
They pant heavily, wait for each other's next move. When they see the grenade, the pin's already off.
When they get out of the place, the explosion surprises them, blood in their eyes as the attacker's body blows first, then the apartment.
.END.