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Characters: Belle and Beast.
Content: Belle is attacked by Heartless and Beast comes to save.
Setting: Near Cafe Erseat.
Time: Backdated (like whoa) to Week 33.
Warnings: ...scary Heartless/Beast?
The Heartless were relentless. Belle had lost her footing at the beginning of the attack and she hadn't been able to regain it. But, of course, that didn't matter to her attackers. In fact, it made it easier for them to drag her where they pleased. Yet Belle wasn't going to go down without a fight. Such was not her nature.
Kicking and thrashing, she expected to collide with something solid. However, it was almost as if she was trying to hit thin air. Or a shadow. But that didn't make any sense! How were they able to take hold of her? How were they able to hurt her?
"L-Let go of me!" she made herself go limp, hoping that her weight would make it difficult for them to move her any further, "I d-don't want to go with you!"
The Heartless were stronger than her. Part of that had to do with their sheer number: there was only one of her and ten...no fifteen...more!...of them. Belle had lost count.
"Pl-Please..." she put what was left of her strength into one final struggle, "There are people who will worry about m-me..." her words were cut off abruptly when her head came into contact with the ground. Stars danced before her eyes and she felt ill. There was also a strange blackness lurking on the edge of her vision.
Was that them? Or was she losing consciousness?
"Beast..." her face fell and tears flowed down her pale cheeks, "...I'm s-sorry."
Content: Belle is attacked by Heartless and Beast comes to save.
Setting: Near Cafe Erseat.
Time: Backdated (like whoa) to Week 33.
Warnings: ...scary Heartless/Beast?
The Heartless were relentless. Belle had lost her footing at the beginning of the attack and she hadn't been able to regain it. But, of course, that didn't matter to her attackers. In fact, it made it easier for them to drag her where they pleased. Yet Belle wasn't going to go down without a fight. Such was not her nature.
Kicking and thrashing, she expected to collide with something solid. However, it was almost as if she was trying to hit thin air. Or a shadow. But that didn't make any sense! How were they able to take hold of her? How were they able to hurt her?
"L-Let go of me!" she made herself go limp, hoping that her weight would make it difficult for them to move her any further, "I d-don't want to go with you!"
The Heartless were stronger than her. Part of that had to do with their sheer number: there was only one of her and ten...no fifteen...more!...of them. Belle had lost count.
"Pl-Please..." she put what was left of her strength into one final struggle, "There are people who will worry about m-me..." her words were cut off abruptly when her head came into contact with the ground. Stars danced before her eyes and she felt ill. There was also a strange blackness lurking on the edge of her vision.
Was that them? Or was she losing consciousness?
"Beast..." her face fell and tears flowed down her pale cheeks, "...I'm s-sorry."