How It Started
Written by: Ambrel
Aerrow
I'm usually a pretty optimistic kinda guy. I mean, I'm usually the charger. The go-getter. I get things done. That's just part of who I am.
I'm pretty simple, when you think about it. I have my goals and I go after them.
Like today.
I won't go into the details, but it was a pretty intense fight. I mean, I was going to be feeling it in the morning, you know? I was tailing the Dark Ace and he just couldn't shake me. I knew it. This was the fight. This was the day that I would knock that smug smile off of his face. Bust him down a few pegs.
Oh, yeah.
I was on a roll.
Here comes the ironic part. You know, the part where your good day just goes downhill.
The worst part is, I don't really even know how to explain it.
It was…well, it was big, I know that. And loud. And really, really bright.
I think it was…um…
Well, I don't exactly know what happened. But whatever it was, it made my ears ring.
And it messed up my skimmer pretty bad.
And my glider, too.
So you can probably imagine my surprise when I found myself plummeting through thick clouds. I was lucky that I always wore my reserve 'chute, though.
I guess through the stress and panic, I hadn't notice this strange…peculiar feeling wash through me. Kinda like…I dunno, the feeling you'd get after eating Junko's cooking.
Sorta sick.
I chalked that up to the mind numbing fear of falling thousands of feet, at the time.
I wont describe the fall, since that sort of thing gets a little boring after the initial shock. Trying to land in the Wastelands was hard enough, but maneuvering around to miss the lava pits was even worse.
Once I'd landed, relatively non-crispy and unburnt, I looked around.
The queasy feeling seemed to get stronger, and I found myself doubling over. Cramps. Like, bad, horrible, vomit inducing cramps. It started in my stomach and spread outward. It was the single most agonizing thing I'd experienced…ever.
And…remember what I said about irony?
Yeah.
This part sucks.
I was reaching for my hand radio to try to get some help, when I heard a mocking laugh from above.
Oh yeah.
"Hello, Aerrow," the Dark Ace chuckled darkly.
OOO
Word Count: 391
Okay, I know what you're thinking. 'Not another drabble series! Sheesh, take a break, Ambrel!'
But this one's different! Here's the catch:
I'm doing this one as a collaboration with MyLoyalGuardian. And on top of that, we're alternating characters. I get to write Aerrow, since I have less experience with him, and she gets to be Dark Ace, since I drew the short straw.
These are going to be 400 words or less, as a challenge to both myself and MyLoyalGuardian.
Thanks for reading!
