In a Small Space

by reminiscent-afterthought

It was a small space. She couldn't breathe in it. Couldn't be rid of those dark spots behind her eyes. She wanted freedom. She wanted out. But it wasn't easy to find a way out of a prison cell.

2. 2

In a Small Space

/2/

An LRIG appeared to her. A tool. A way.

'My wish isn't a pretty one,' she warned.

The LRIG didn't care. Any wish was good enough for her. Any wish worth fighting for, because it meant she could feed off the thrill and sweat of battle.

But her wish wasn't exactly worth fighting for. That was the whole point. She wanted to fade into the grey, to disappear into the gloom elsewise she'd become that gloom itself.

But she couldn't do that while doing nothing. She'd been doing nothing for years and that just left her tangled in the strings of expectation: her life, her image – and worse, there'd never been a point at which she could turn sway, or could have turned away…

It was actually easy to start fighting, surprisingly.

And it was almost fun to hide in the shadows and spring on the first unsuspecting Selector.

Her wish wasn't pretty.

Her battle wasn't pretty either. But it was a necessity.