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15_minute_fic comm. I meant to do it last week, but my brain was stolen by a summary of doom. There should be a lot more “o”s in that doom but I’ll leave them out for now.
It’s a week late, but here’s the ficlet. Feel free to have a guess at the word - it might just be possible to work out what it is. :D
Title: Untitled
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG
Word count: 464 words
Prompt word: power
I’ve never felt like this before. Never. Never even knew I could.
Lost. Alone. Cold.
Hunted.
Never knew the night could be this dark. Never knew I could run this hard and fast.
My breathing’s loud in the night now. Loud and harsh and desperate and I can’t stop it, no matter how hard I try. I know he can hear it, just as I know he’s waiting beyond my sight, such as it is in the darkness.
He’s out there, slinking behind the trees with a graceful silence I can only dream of. Waiting, watching, wanting.
Hunting.
Hunting me.
On my knees now. The grass is damp; my knees are caked with mud. My hands, too. What an image I must present: kneeling on the forest floor, head hanging down in despair. My clothes stick to me with my own sweat. It’s disgusting. And when will I see a shower again?
Was that a sound in the darkness? Amazing how I can suddenly go from desperation to panicked awareness. I’m sitting here, peering into a darkness I can never hope to penetrate, trying to work out if that’s just the trees rustling... or if it’s him, playing with me.
My heart shouldn’t beat that fast.
Do I dare move? Do I dare run into the darkness and hope it’s just that? Blissful, empty darkness. Or do I stay here? Knowing he’s watching. Knowing he’s out there. Knowing it’s just a matter of time.
Run!
That’s what my body screams. My mind, my heart... every instinct I have. It’s just one great big shout of RUN. And who am I to ignore that?
I run. Again. And he follows.
He doesn’t run. I can run as far and fast as I can and he will always find me. We both know this and yet I still run. Despite the darkness, despite the times I fall, despite the branches that snatch at my face and leave brands of blood on my skin.
I can’t just give in. I have to run.
I have to.
“Stop running,” he whispers, catching me so suddenly I don’t even have time to be shocked.
“No.”
“I am not giving you an option,” he says, smiling as I claw my way free of his grip.
I trip and fall. I always lose my grace around him. Scrambling backwards, hands scratching at the dirt. I can’t bring myself to stand up somehow.
He is persistent in his smile and I can’t look away. He looks so gentle and so dangerous all at once. I have to get away. I have to run.
And he reaches a hand down to me. Like a choice. As though I’m drowning and only he can save me.
I’ve never felt so powerless.
Comments and criticisms are most appreciated. :D
15_minute_fic comm. I meant to do it last week, but my brain was stolen by a summary of doom. There should be a lot more “o”s in that doom but I’ll leave them out for now.It’s a week late, but here’s the ficlet. Feel free to have a guess at the word - it might just be possible to work out what it is. :D
Title: Untitled
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG
Word count: 464 words
Prompt word: power
I’ve never felt like this before. Never. Never even knew I could.
Lost. Alone. Cold.
Hunted.
Never knew the night could be this dark. Never knew I could run this hard and fast.
My breathing’s loud in the night now. Loud and harsh and desperate and I can’t stop it, no matter how hard I try. I know he can hear it, just as I know he’s waiting beyond my sight, such as it is in the darkness.
He’s out there, slinking behind the trees with a graceful silence I can only dream of. Waiting, watching, wanting.
Hunting.
Hunting me.
On my knees now. The grass is damp; my knees are caked with mud. My hands, too. What an image I must present: kneeling on the forest floor, head hanging down in despair. My clothes stick to me with my own sweat. It’s disgusting. And when will I see a shower again?
Was that a sound in the darkness? Amazing how I can suddenly go from desperation to panicked awareness. I’m sitting here, peering into a darkness I can never hope to penetrate, trying to work out if that’s just the trees rustling... or if it’s him, playing with me.
My heart shouldn’t beat that fast.
Do I dare move? Do I dare run into the darkness and hope it’s just that? Blissful, empty darkness. Or do I stay here? Knowing he’s watching. Knowing he’s out there. Knowing it’s just a matter of time.
Run!
That’s what my body screams. My mind, my heart... every instinct I have. It’s just one great big shout of RUN. And who am I to ignore that?
I run. Again. And he follows.
He doesn’t run. I can run as far and fast as I can and he will always find me. We both know this and yet I still run. Despite the darkness, despite the times I fall, despite the branches that snatch at my face and leave brands of blood on my skin.
I can’t just give in. I have to run.
I have to.
“Stop running,” he whispers, catching me so suddenly I don’t even have time to be shocked.
“No.”
“I am not giving you an option,” he says, smiling as I claw my way free of his grip.
I trip and fall. I always lose my grace around him. Scrambling backwards, hands scratching at the dirt. I can’t bring myself to stand up somehow.
He is persistent in his smile and I can’t look away. He looks so gentle and so dangerous all at once. I have to get away. I have to run.
And he reaches a hand down to me. Like a choice. As though I’m drowning and only he can save me.
I’ve never felt so powerless.
Comments and criticisms are most appreciated. :D
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