~Sym-Bionic Shorts~
Short No: 1
Prompt: Blade
Characters: Lance
Words: 468
Author's Note: I've decided to take on a mountainous task. Using a random word generator, and a few of my online friends, I have created a list of 100 prompts. My aim? To write 100 short stories, with these prompts, based off Sym-Bionic Titan. Will I complete it? Who knows? xD Read, and find out ;)
He remembered his first weapon. He was 8.
It was a beautiful day on Galaluna. The two suns radiated heat and happiness down on the citizens. However, Lance's father was still in his lab, working on some new important experiment. He'd been at it for days, to the point of having his meals delivered to him, but leaving them untouched.
His son, worried for him, was peeking round the metal frame of the door. With his father so busy, young Lance had quickly learnt what it meant to be independent. Therefore, he felt it was up to him to look after his father.
He slowly inched his way into the room, trying to make no noise, however, his father, with all his knowingness, gently turned his head to face his son.
"Yes, Lance?" he questioned. "What is it?"
"F-father… you, you've been working so hard, I was wondering if you wanted to… play?" The young man sighed. "Lance, you know I can't do that. I've got work to do, son." The boy remained, unblinking. He sighed. His son was always a determined, tough cookie… just like his old man.
"Alright Lance," he turned, and reached into his pocket. "I'll make you a deal. I'll play with you tomorrow, IF you can keep yourself amused for the rest of today, okay buddy?" Lance's face fell, but his eyed moved to his father's outstretched hand, bearing a shining blade.
"Here son, this is for you." He handed the blade, handle first, to the young boy, who took it in his trembling, pale hands. His black eyes feasted on the small engraved name of his father, on the inside of the handle.
"I- thanks dad, but why?" His father scotched off his seat, and knelt in front of the young boy.
"Because, son, I know you're a born fighter. You've always had a great heart full of pride for this planet, and you're so full of passion. You're one of the most strong-willed people I've ever known. And I know who you get that off of." He winked suddenly, making a small smile appear on Lance's face. "I know, one day son, you're gonna make me the proudest father alive. I just hope I'm around to see it." He half whispered.
Lance finally spoke. "Wh- why might you not be there to see it father?" but the man turned his back ,and began his work once more. Lance sighed, too confused at the sudden burst of affection to carry on bothering him. He slowly left the room, but not before looking back at the working silhouette of his father, and smiling.
The next day, his father vanished, assumed dead.
The blade sits in his draw, in the cabinet of his room, on the small planet called Earth, waiting for its revenge…
Wooh, first short done :L I'll try and update this as much as possible xD I have A LOT to get through, afterall… Anyway, feeback appreaciated :)