Expectations
Inspiration: The now retired 15 Minute Ficlets community on LiveJournal
Theme: Fight
She wants to run.
There is screaming everywhere, terrible sounds of people frightened beyond their wits. From her spot on the roof she can see them running, tripping over their own feet as they move without clear direction or thought, knowing only that they want to get away from the monstrosity in the center of the street.
The sight of it, the sound of it – standing more than twice her size, covered in spikes and roaring like a beast gone mad – makes her want to run too.
She doesn't want to be here, hunched behind a few scattered boxes, on the verge of crying. She wants to be at home, in her bed or in the living room, sleeping or eating the dinner her mother no doubt has waiting for her.
She closes her eyes and wraps her arms around her head; she would give nearly anything to wake up and find herself in the middle a math class, the teacher glaring down disapprovingly.
A scream tears through the air, desperate and choked with sobs.
Like the people on the street, she doesn't want to be here, but she bites her lip and makes herself stand up, forces her legs to take her to the edge of the building.
She wants to run, to hide, but there's a distinct difference between herself and the people on the street:
None of them are expected to be heroes.
"Hold it right there!"
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