Challenges
I apologise for the lack of updates on my part these last months. I'm having a very, very hard time at home and I'm experiencing the worst block of my life. This is the first thing I've written in months and I'm not overly happy with it. I hope it is received well, nonetheless. Apologies also for any spelling errors. This just came as spur of the moment.
Dedication to GeckoMoriaShadowLord. Thanks for a prompt that actually took my interest, even if it wasn't intentional.
Pairing:
None.
Words: 587
Warnings: Blood, badass usopp.
Rating: T for swearing?
Summary: Badass Usopp.
Challenged by: Promp at The yaoi supernova authors guild
Hammer
Toned, tanned arms flexed with the tension of each shot. Jet black curly hair clung to his forehead with a watery mess of sweat and blood that dripped into his eyes, making them sting and affecting his aim. Still he pushed on. He'd lost count of the marines – the bodies he felled – and didn't care to try now. He was no Zoro. He didn't have super strength and stamina, no Sanji with his suave attitude and killer kicks. He wasn't trying to outdo anybody or treating this like some competition. He knew they were there too though, somewhere in this mess of a bloodbath, but he didn't care. Right now he just wanted all these damn marines gone - dead.
One marine charged at him with a scream of raw anguish after watching his comrades' drop like flies from the marksman's shots. He wasn't playing any more – no rotten eggs or Pepper bombs for these bastards. Usopp grabbed a handful of shrapnel and rolled onto his back, arms like lightening as they fired the sharp scraps of metal into the face of his attacker. He watched the marine – just a kid, maybe sixteen? – Fall to the ground before he turned his attention to those that remained. He reached in his pocket and felt his mouth run dry.
He was out of ammo.
A bead of sweat trickled down his temple as that familiar fear settled at the pit of his stomach. It quickly washed away though as he glanced beside him to the prone form of his all-too-pale Captain. They'd been separated from the rest of the crew – ambushed. He reached out a trembling hand towards the rubber boy and settled it against his blood soaked back. His eyes widened.
"No..."
The word came out as little more than a breathy whisper. Perhaps it had been the same power that had sucked the air from his precious captain, because Luffy's chest, which has been weakly fighting for air moment ago, was suddenly still. Luffy was dead.
He didn't want to see it – didn't want to believe it. It couldn't be happening. He wouldn't let it happen!
Dark fingers steadied with an eerie calm that washed over his being. He lifted his hand, now crimson with his captain's life and dug deep into his pack only to re-emerge with his trusty hammer. It lacked the pizzazz of his ten ton hammer, that was for sure, but if there was one thing he'd learnt over the years spent away from his crew, it was that anything can be powerful in the right hands.
"Like hell can you die in a place like this!"
He'd wanted to shout it, scream it above the roar of the battle around them, but he'd barely managed a mumble.
"It's not too late."
It was never too late when Luffy was concerned, and if their crew couldn't get to them, then he was just going to have to get Luffy to the crew – to Chopper. With gentle hands, he eased his Captain's prone body over his muscled shoulder and held him securely with his left hand, tightening his grip on the hammer in his left.
Dark eyes narrowed in fury at the marines blocking his path. If any one of them dared lay a hand on Luffy, he'd plough their faces with the hammer until their brains leaked out of their ears.
"Hold on, Luffy."
The marines didn't know what hit them.