ficlets100 - number seven.
001. Guilt
002. New
003.Solitude
004. Content
005. Tale
006. Distort
007. Luxury
008. Listen
009. Party
010. Scent
011. Storm
012. Lessons
013.Apology
014. Relief
015. Breeze
016.Fading
017. Passion
018. Stay
019.Rain
020. Within
021.Dread
022.Revenge
023.Time
024.Perfect
025.Eyes
026.Bloom
027.Beginning
028. Bath
029. Object
030. Lost
031.Pride
032. Death
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He followed his nose, smelled something he hadn’t smelled in ages, only it was probably in his head because it wasn’t supposed to have a smell, but a lot of things were already in his head anyway, so he continued on.
Down cold corridors, around bends and up stairs, and the little lights on the floor were big warnings to turn back, turn back, but he ignored them as easily as he ignored the hiss of steam and screech of metal as he dragged the door open. Ripped it open. And those little lights turned into big lights, flashed in red instead of pale white and blue-and remained just as unheeded.
He met a pair of red eyes, in fact, met and held them and maybe looked a bit quizzical, because these red eyes were of a scrawny pale boy with a shock of just as pale hair, with open fists and a weak look about him. The patheticness of it, the underlying I will live in the eyes, that was what reminded him of something - something that told him, despite initial disbelief on seeing this boy, that his nose hadn’t led him wrong ( ... )
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