Second big table # 20 Friends
# 20 Friend
Fandom: CoV
Warnings: Cussing
Charactor: Solar Flare
Word count: 100 WOOT!
The sound of gunfire was deafening. Solar cursed under her breath. Simaster was fighting the hero; he had his gang in full force all of them armed to the teeth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She watched from her hiding place hoping to find an opening for a well placed fireball.
“Just kill him.” He whispered to her.
“If I shoot now I’ll take Sim with him.” She grumbled.
“So?” His voice was heavy in her ear, angry. “What do you care if the thug dies?”
“He’s my,” She whispered to the darkness.
“What? Friend?” He mocked her, “You have no friends.”
Fandom: CoV
Warnings: Cussing
Charactor: Solar Flare
Word count: 100 WOOT!
The sound of gunfire was deafening. Solar cursed under her breath. Simaster was fighting the hero; he had his gang in full force all of them armed to the teeth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She watched from her hiding place hoping to find an opening for a well placed fireball.
“Just kill him.” He whispered to her.
“If I shoot now I’ll take Sim with him.” She grumbled.
“So?” His voice was heavy in her ear, angry. “What do you care if the thug dies?”
“He’s my,” She whispered to the darkness.
“What? Friend?” He mocked her, “You have no friends.”