Hello everyone! Well, I've been a fan of Torchwood for a while now, and I finally got up the courage to write a fanfic about it. So... please be completely and brutally honest. I want constructive critism! If you don't like my writing, then please tell me why so that I can improve! : )
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood. Nope! Sorry! You'll have to go ask someone else. Also! I do not own Llewellyn. He is the product of the awesome Rachy Babes who was kind enough to let me borrow him for the time being. So thank you girl! : )
Enjoy!
"Run."
"Run!"
"Run, little girl! Run!"
I tried to block out the taunting voices as I ran, focusing instead on the pounding of my feet on the sandy beach. Llewellyn ran with me, his gait easy even when we were dead sprinting. He could have let me far behind by now, but he still stuck with me. It was the two of us until the end.
The sharp retorts of gunfire rang out overhead, kicking up the sand behind us. I yelped when my head was only missed by a few inches. Llewellyn growled low in his throat, the fire lion sparing a second to bare his teeth at our pursuers. They merely laughed at him.
The sand beneath our feet suddenly gave way, and the next thing we knew, we were falling. I tried to claw at the dry earth, but couldn't slow my fall. I landed hard, my breath leaving me in a loud whoosh. Llewellyn had landed next to me, his fiery mane and tail the only light in the dark cavern.
"Lou?" I whispered, causing my friend to look up at me with amber eyes that matched his coat. He meowed softly as I pulled him closer to me. "Don't worry. Everything's gonna be okay. I promise." He nodded, and nuzzled up against my shoulder. "I won't let anything happen to you."
Water began to drip down from above, hissing whenever it made contact with Llewellyn's mane or my skin. It wasn't rain. It didn't rain here on Ignite, thank the gods. A splash of water landed on me, ripping a howl from my lips. I tried to get away from the unending rain, but there was no coverage in the trap we had fallen into. Llewellyn whimpered as his mane started to die out, and that was enough for me.
"Stop!" I screamed, flinching as a drop of water hit my face. "Please! We'll be good!" The assault slowly stopped, the dry ground greedily soaking up the liquid that had pooled around us. I stood there shivering for a few minutes, steam rising off my body as I tried to warm up again. It was dead silence, and all I could see out of the small hole that seemed very far away was one of the six red suns. Our attackers didn't say anything, didn't do anything. Llewellyn leaned up against my leg, the fire from his mane quickly drying out the lightweight fabric. I rested one of my hands on his head, rubbing him behind his ears absentmindedly. But still there wasn't a sound. I didn't like it. I didn't like it at all.
"Bye bye, little girl," the voice sang as roaring reached our ears. Water burst through the side opposite of us, soaking the two of us in an instant. From the taste of it, it had to have come from the small (and only) sea a few yards away. They laughed as we screamed and tried to climb up the sides with renewed vigor. I finally had to pick the heavy fire lion up so he wouldn't be completely submerged. He was barely hanging in there, his fire sputtering out now and again.
"Stop this! Please!" I begged, quickly running out of options.
"Too late." My legs gave out, and the two of us sunk below the surface of the water.
"I'm sorry Lou," I thought dimly before my eyes slowly drifted close, and we settled down on the sandy bottom of our grave.
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Thanks for reading!
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