12-fics
Title: Still Time Left
Author: Magical Milkcan
Set + Theme: Set 2 - 5. time
Fandom: Black Cat
Character: Eve
Rating: G
Genre(s): General
Warning(s): Spoilers if you haven’t read the first manga volume.
Word Count: 264
Disclaimer: I don’t own Black Cat.
Summary: Eve is given an order she can’t refuse, but what would she give to refuse it.
That man is a sweeper! He’s our enemy! You must eliminate him!
Torneo was afraid, Eve could tell from the shrill note in his commands. He was also excited, though. He was fueled by bloodlust.
This man was a sweeper, but was he so wrong and terrible? He had bought her ice cream, walked around the park with her, tried to help her find home, wherever home may be. He was not a bad person…
That man is a sweeper!
He was coming to take Torneo away. Away to prison where he belonged for his crimes. Eve knew that. But Torneo made her what she was, gave her her powers, and still owned her. How could she say no?
Moving her transformed arm, a blade, through Sven’s body hurt her as much as it did him. She looked up at him fleetingly, rose eyes lined with tears at what she had done. But she hadn’t struck any vital organs. His friends would come and save him, and there would still be time. There would still be time to save him so that he wouldn’t die.
She wanted to say something to him. She wanted to tell him how she didn’t want to do this, how she had no choice, how she felt in regards to his taking care of her for that short period of time. She wanted to tell him she didn’t want him to be hurt, that she didn’t want to hurt him.
But she couldn’t find the words, and he fell back. But there was still time.
There was still time…
Author: Magical Milkcan
Set + Theme: Set 2 - 5. time
Fandom: Black Cat
Character: Eve
Rating: G
Genre(s): General
Warning(s): Spoilers if you haven’t read the first manga volume.
Word Count: 264
Disclaimer: I don’t own Black Cat.
Summary: Eve is given an order she can’t refuse, but what would she give to refuse it.
That man is a sweeper! He’s our enemy! You must eliminate him!
Torneo was afraid, Eve could tell from the shrill note in his commands. He was also excited, though. He was fueled by bloodlust.
This man was a sweeper, but was he so wrong and terrible? He had bought her ice cream, walked around the park with her, tried to help her find home, wherever home may be. He was not a bad person…
That man is a sweeper!
He was coming to take Torneo away. Away to prison where he belonged for his crimes. Eve knew that. But Torneo made her what she was, gave her her powers, and still owned her. How could she say no?
Moving her transformed arm, a blade, through Sven’s body hurt her as much as it did him. She looked up at him fleetingly, rose eyes lined with tears at what she had done. But she hadn’t struck any vital organs. His friends would come and save him, and there would still be time. There would still be time to save him so that he wouldn’t die.
She wanted to say something to him. She wanted to tell him how she didn’t want to do this, how she had no choice, how she felt in regards to his taking care of her for that short period of time. She wanted to tell him she didn’t want him to be hurt, that she didn’t want to hurt him.
But she couldn’t find the words, and he fell back. But there was still time.
There was still time…