He was angry, so damn angry that a red haze glazed across his eyes. He strode into the gym that sat just to the right of his kitchen. He punched on some music and then attacked the punching bag with such a fervor that it almost scared him. How did it happen? He thought angrily. I can't be everywhere at once and yet he should have known. Its my fault, he thought, my damn fault. He hadn't bothered to put on gloves and it didn't take long for his knuckles to start to bleed. He looked down at the red blood dripping down his hand, just like the blood had dripped down Parker's face. Those bastards had punched her in the face before he could get to her. He growled and attacked the bag again. He heard her come in, could smell her before she even stepped into the room but he ignored her. He heard her moving around and then she came and stilled his hands.
As he watched her wrap towels around his bloody knuckles he said, "I'm sorry."
Parker, "You're sorry for what? For saving me? For getting me out?"
"Parker." he growled,
"Thank you Eliot."
"Oh Parker," he whispered and took her into his arms.
She was fast, so damn fast that some days he could barely keep up. They raced through the hallways and down steps and all he could do was watch her. The practiced like this a few times a week and she was always a bit faster. He watched her and smiled. Her legs pumped as well as her arms and her beautiful blond hair flowed behind her. One day he would catch her. Smiling he thought, one day but not today because yes she was faster than him but when he was behind he could watch her and appreciate her beautiful form.
Rating/Warnings(if any): G/ None
Word Count: 103
Sophie's eyes were as big as saucers, "The red ones. No wait the blue and grey ones. Ooh maybe green and silver ones! I can't decide."
Nate sighed heavily and rolled his eyes.
"What?!" Sophie looked over at him.
"Seriously? I said one pair Sophie."
She looked down at the four boxes in front of her,"A girl has the right to change her mind."
"A female mind is a fickle thing when it comes to shoes sir," the clerk said with a smile.
Nate just chuckled and said, "Okay all four." then he winced when a high pitch squeal erupted from Sophie.
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Prompt: 091. Haze
Rating/Warnings(if any): G/ None
Word Count: 209
He was angry, so damn angry that a red haze glazed across his eyes. He strode into the gym that sat just to the right of his kitchen. He punched on some music and then attacked the punching bag with such a fervor that it almost scared him. How did it happen? He thought angrily. I can't be everywhere at once and yet he should have known. Its my fault, he thought, my damn fault. He hadn't bothered to put on gloves and it didn't take long for his knuckles to start to bleed. He looked down at the red blood dripping down his hand, just like the blood had dripped down Parker's face. Those bastards had punched her in the face before he could get to her. He growled and attacked the bag again. He heard her come in, could smell her before she even stepped into the room but he ignored her. He heard her moving around and then she came and stilled his hands.
As he watched her wrap towels around his bloody knuckles he said, "I'm sorry."
Parker, "You're sorry for what? For saving me? For getting me out?"
"Parker." he growled,
"Thank you Eliot."
"Oh Parker," he whispered and took her into his arms.
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Prompt: 092. Speed
Rating/Warnings(if any): G/ None
Word Count: 102
She was fast, so damn fast that some days he could barely keep up. They raced through the hallways and down steps and all he could do was watch her. The practiced like this a few times a week and she was always a bit faster. He watched her and smiled. Her legs pumped as well as her arms and her beautiful blond hair flowed behind her. One day he would catch her. Smiling he thought, one day but not today because yes she was faster than him but when he was behind he could watch her and appreciate her beautiful form.
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