Myshuno! 21: "When push comes to shove"
Prompt: "When push comes to shove"
Universe: The Boolpropian Round Robin Legacy: Generation Eight
Word Count: 384
Notes: Technically includes spoilers for the end of Generation Nine, based on what happens to the characters.
The instant Susanna heard Rosalie give the order, she knew what she had to do.
"Bring me the urn."
She wouldn't, she couldn't allow it to happen. She couldn't let Astraea be permanently gone.
And there was an obvious solution.
It was so easy. So straightforward.
Susanna walked into the room and switched Astraea's urn with the one that had been on the floor for as long as she could remember, since before she'd even been born.
Then she left the room and went into the kitchen, where she forced herself to calmly stand and look through the fridge, pretending to be looking for something to eat. She was shaking. Hopefully it wasn't noticeable.
Luckily, zombies weren't all that intelligent, or at least the one Rosalie had sent for the urn wasn't. He walked past her as though she didn't exist, both on his way to get the urn and on his way back outside.
Once he was gone, she gave up the pretense.
Susanna closed her eyes for a second, praying, before she entered the room.
Astraea's urn was right where she'd left it.
There was a crash from outside and she knew the other urn was broken. She considered going to help, but realistically, what could she do? She was already sneaking around, disobeying what she knew Rosalie wanted, and she wasn't sure she could defy her any more than she already was. And revealing that she'd saved Astraea's urn...well, that wouldn't help at all. Rosalie would just smash it, as she'd planned.
Instead, Susanna picked up Astraea's urn and carried it up to her bedroom, where she could keep it safely hidden away until everything was over.
Until Rosalie was gone.
Susanna couldn't quite believe she was hoping for this, for the woman who had essentially raised her to lose (possibly to die).
But she had to do what was right. And Rosalie? Rosalie wasn't. Not if she could murder so callously, could destroy every remnant of a teenager who had done nothing wrong other than exist.
She felt terrible, choosing her girlfriend over her guardian.
She felt justified, choosing the people who were fighting to survive over the one who was fighting to kill them.
It was the obvious decision. It was the right decision.
It still hurt like hell.
Universe: The Boolpropian Round Robin Legacy: Generation Eight
Word Count: 384
Notes: Technically includes spoilers for the end of Generation Nine, based on what happens to the characters.
The instant Susanna heard Rosalie give the order, she knew what she had to do.
"Bring me the urn."
She wouldn't, she couldn't allow it to happen. She couldn't let Astraea be permanently gone.
And there was an obvious solution.
It was so easy. So straightforward.
Susanna walked into the room and switched Astraea's urn with the one that had been on the floor for as long as she could remember, since before she'd even been born.
Then she left the room and went into the kitchen, where she forced herself to calmly stand and look through the fridge, pretending to be looking for something to eat. She was shaking. Hopefully it wasn't noticeable.
Luckily, zombies weren't all that intelligent, or at least the one Rosalie had sent for the urn wasn't. He walked past her as though she didn't exist, both on his way to get the urn and on his way back outside.
Once he was gone, she gave up the pretense.
Susanna closed her eyes for a second, praying, before she entered the room.
Astraea's urn was right where she'd left it.
There was a crash from outside and she knew the other urn was broken. She considered going to help, but realistically, what could she do? She was already sneaking around, disobeying what she knew Rosalie wanted, and she wasn't sure she could defy her any more than she already was. And revealing that she'd saved Astraea's urn...well, that wouldn't help at all. Rosalie would just smash it, as she'd planned.
Instead, Susanna picked up Astraea's urn and carried it up to her bedroom, where she could keep it safely hidden away until everything was over.
Until Rosalie was gone.
Susanna couldn't quite believe she was hoping for this, for the woman who had essentially raised her to lose (possibly to die).
But she had to do what was right. And Rosalie? Rosalie wasn't. Not if she could murder so callously, could destroy every remnant of a teenager who had done nothing wrong other than exist.
She felt terrible, choosing her girlfriend over her guardian.
She felt justified, choosing the people who were fighting to survive over the one who was fighting to kill them.
It was the obvious decision. It was the right decision.
It still hurt like hell.