Pint Sized Wordsoup

by Tafferling

Chris Redfield contemplates home without those he's lost. Kyle Crane pranks his way through the B.S.A.A. And Piers Nivans dabbles in Christmas bakery. All that and more, in my contributions to the continued Pint Sized prompts challenges run on /r/fanfiction, meant to produce drabbles between 100 to 400 words long. I may not get to them all, but I'll try to fill as many as I can.

10. Child's Play

Taffer Notes: First Frost - around 100 words - Winter just arrived and your character(s) are stuck outside in the cold.

Fandoms: Dying Light and my a Shielding Thing. Characters: Sadja and ze Crane (I call them Sane. Cause they are anything but.)

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#Child's Play

Sadja inches along, coiled and slow, every soft step hard work. Her hand tightens around her weapon. Eager. Ready. Only one more careful slide forward and she's behind him.

Her quarry is distracted. Unaware. His head bobs gently, fingers drumming against his thigh.

There'll be blood yet, she thinks and snaps forward.

A foot connects with the back of his knee. A hand snatches for his throat, feels heat against her fingers, the brush of a coarse beard. The weapon flies up.

He grunts. Stumbles. But doesn't fall, does something though, his shoulder knocking into her chest and his back lifting her. The world is turned upside down, from blue to white, then white and blue, and FFFWOOOPH— she hits the cold powder. A shriek (her). A laugh (him), and Crane is shoveling icy, wet snow into her shirt, not giving a toss about the fistfull of it she's squashing against the side of his head.