It's Bubonic Plague (ie- kill-sapphireswimming-before-she-decides-to-kill-something-first) week in Late and High Middle Ages. So you get apocalyptic drabbles inspired in class…? (My least favorite genre everrrrr. What the heck is wrong with me? *headdesk*)


Plague

April 18, 2012


"Come on, Fenton, you can do it!" he whispered, knowing full well that the figure he carried wasn't responding. "Just make it to the door with me, okay? You can do that, right?"

He could feel tears pricking at his eyes as he fumbled to open the door. Stepping over the threshold, his charge tumbled down the stairs, making no noise as he fell. Phantom flew to his side, desperately checking for any sign of life but finding no pulse and rapidly bluing lips.

"Oh no..." he breathed.

Then Phantom looked up and discovered why it had been so quiet.


This is to prove that I am not dead. Yet. But don't expect anything from me for a while. I just got a good look at my assignments until the end of the semester. D8