I should, but I won't. I have to, but I can't.
The air felt ridiculously heavy as Green and Red glared each other down savagely. Weapons were drawn, but neither opponent made a move towards the other.
Wait for his move and then attack…
Seconds ticked by.
Wait..she will let her guard down any second now..attack then..
And then minutes.
They observed each other warily.
Red had a wicked looking cut near his left eye, blood steadily trickling down his face and dripping to the ground. The way he was holding himself clearly indicated that a few bones were probably broken.
Green had cuts and bruises all along the right side of her face and neck. Bones were evidently broken by the way she was standing; arms wobbling, legs barely able to support her weight.
Neither moved.
They hardly breathed.
Not trusting each other in the slightest, but starting to feel ridiculous with just standing around, both slowly started to ease off. Weapons lowered. Green never left Red. Red never left green.
There was a moment between them, however, when both Green and Red glanced off to the left. They regarded two barely recognizable skimmers, one that was close and the other a little farther away. The vehicles were damaged beyond simple repairs, twisted metal parts gleaming dully within the faint smoke surrounding them.
Weapons were lowered now, though the hostility still hung in the air.
It went on like this for what seemed like an eternity. Red never left Green and Green certainly never left Red. But after a while Green's legs gave out from underneath her and she collapsed to the ground. She looked back at Red- weapon starting to go up again- cursing her momentary weakness and ready for a fight.
Red merely backed off, slowly retreating to the wall of rock behind him, eyes never leaving Green. He waited a full minute before wearily sinking to the ground.
Silence.
They regarded each other again.
An hour later weary exhaustion replaced the hostility as they came to a conclusion.
Red would not kill Green.
Green would not kill Red.
Even though this was a perfect opportunity to deal a fatal blow to the enemies side they wouldn't.
They had realized it around the same time.
Green and Red were each the last of something. They were each the very last one in the entire Atmos. Neither Green nor Red would be held guiltily for killing something one of a kind…
Exhausted, the Interceptor and original Storm Hawk sat in silence, distress beacons blinking dully in the fading light.
"Usually, terrible things that are done with the excuse that progress requires them are not really progress at all, but just terrible things." – Russell Baker
What is this? AN UPDATE? Not only that but an update that actually resembles A DRABBLE? NOT ONLY THAT, BUT AN UPDATE THAT IS ACTUALLY KIND OF SERIOUS RATHER THAN FUNNY?
Okay I'll stop.
But really. Sorry for the delay on updating. This sticky little bugger here got me back on track because it wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it out. I'm sorry if it sucks (but give me a break. I wrote it at midnight yesterday and I'm editing it at seven in the morning today) ^^; I really am trying to get better at writing, honest.
Now, if anyone does not understand anything just ask and I'll clear it up. …I mean, I kind of don't get it either but hey! Maybe we can get through it together.
In short, I like to give characters morals. I just feel that maybe this would be one that these two characters would share.
