Okay... this is different. I wrote it on a whim but I kinda like it.

Sort-of-almost-barely-not-there-Remus/Sirius, PG-13, in Sirius' POV. It's supposed to be confusing, Sirius himself is confused. Contains Character Death.


Fight

The wind is whipping and yowling in his ears, straggling through long black fur, trying, fruitlessly to slow him down, to put a stop to this wild dash, this crazy, insane thing, feeling, sprint, before he - he's going to trip, going to fall, something, there will be some sharp thing on the ground, inevitably, that will stop his feet but not his motion. He doesn't care. He wants to run, to flee, his mind flashes on something he read in a book once, it had a green cover, leather, studded and old and peeling to pieces - fight or flight - it's all he can think of, he's a coward, a traitor - blood filth - and he's running, running, fleeing-

It's too late it's too late it's too fucking late if he had gotten there ten minutes before, before – fight, flight - before green light, too bright, far too bright, and all Sirius can think of is how in heaven's name he's going to get the mud out of that sweater, not of the body, cold, not dead please pleaseplease, still smiling, there's gravel in the pads of his paws, why isn't it the full moon-

And - ah! - there was the sharp stone, he's not being careful enough, limbs not obeying and a shrill, high laugh, and sudden sparks of pain as a tombstone stops his fall. Just.

A cruel smile, but Sirius thought only humans could make that expression. The thing in front of his is no human, so he can't be smiling. Not possible.

-ghtfightflightfightflightFIGHTfl-

But he has no wand, only teeth, he can almost taste the cold tang of the thing's blood, and claws, the shredding of tendons and muscles beneath him before there is another laugh, contempt. Sirius snarls and launches himself. Knowing there's no chance, there's no way, but he has to try.

He feels the light coming, feels it before it even hits him, and wishes it was moonlight. That would've been so much better.


2008

I'm a bit nervous posting this. It's a bit... personal I guess.

I'd love to hear any thoughts!