A click. The sound had been innocuous when entered she’d not noted it in her rush. Dr. Nilan’s behavior hadn’t warned her either. He’d sat watching as she swept across the room.
Followers
Marc shrugged his shoulders and felt a bit of the chill leave his back. For all the good that would do. The snow kept falling to replace what he dislodged. The mountains were far away and there was no village, not even a hut or crossroads. He’d believe he was alone with the hissing white storm, except for the infernal crunching trailing him.
Restricted Space
Sirens screamed drowning out the other noise on the deck. Chase tightened his grip on the stick. It wouldn’t be long now. Slowing his breathing he watched the numbers ticking down. Just another run. Launch, reach target, and return to ship. No sightseeing.
Ticking
Nikolas hunched over the workbench and an open watch. Gears surrounded the watch as a halo. The second hands ticks stretched out echoing wrongly. Too little time. A last tick resounded as the door clicked open echoing the noise.
Decisions
“Yes.” Perdyn said. Her voice softening as she grabbed Sorrel’s arm shoving him away from Calder. Wise choice.
Out
Rylee’s muscles jerked involuntarily, shoving her into a sitting position as her heart thudded. Grabbing fistfuls of her blanket, she stared blindly straining for sounds in the darkness. Nothing.
Pixies and Bones
The metal was cool as I grasped the handle. Odd since until a few moments ago it had been bathed in pixie flames. “Of course. Those were illusions. I could have walked past any time,” I grumbled.
“Mmm, I wouldn't go that far,” A voice said beside me ear. Twisting my head, I looked cross-eyed at the creature plopping down on my shoulder. I opened my mouth but she cut me off. “You convinced me of the im-por-tance of your errand.” She stressed each syllable flippantly.
The Prize
May opened her fan. If the day wasn't going to provide a breeze she'd try whipping up the heat drunk air herself.
“Scorching, isn't it?” Eula said idly.
“Hmm,” May hummed without commitment. She glanced over the plain the stands viewed. Yes, there was the trail of steam headed this way.
Nadia
Everything about her was a lie. Oh, how I hated it.
She strode through the club oblivious to me, lights beating to the music. Though how the Zemt called this music I’ll never understand. Aliens.
The merits or lack thereof weren’t today’s concern.
My Son
I stood with an arm around my wife's shoulders as we waited at the city gates. The guard inspecting us stared between me and my wife. “He's not your son.”
