Traitor to the Cause

by Keeper of Tomes

Once a traitor, always a traitor." The words bit. They stung his skin, like needles. Millions of tiny, razor sharp needles. He glared at the speaker with needless fury. And the speaker glared back...Drabbles, again. It has a plot, this time!

25. Damn the Morals

Cyclonis fires. The girl is blasted against the wall opposite.

The kid shouts her name.

He sees nothing but the bare, unprotected back of Cyclonis.

Every inch he moves is another spike of pain, but somehow, he manages to grab his sword.

And it's his turn to blast HER.

She stumbles forward, rolling against the machine. Blood's trickling from her forehead. Her back is pressed against the contraption. She pulls herself up, shaking her head in a daze.

He falls back to the ground, brain aching with the effort.

The kid runs over to him.

"Get the machine," he growls.

The kid shakes his head.

"We get you out of here. You're hurt."

"There are more important things to take care of!"

"Nothings more important than a human life."

Damn him and his silly morals...