Joss Whedon is the genius behind Angel, not me.
Written for 15minuteficlet LJ community's challenge #105, the word "tattered."War
by Zzilly14
He is lying on the ground with tattered clothing. I notice injuries all over his body. He would be dead if he were human.
Written for 15minuteficlet LJ community's challenge #105, the word "tattered."
by Zzilly14
He is lying on the ground with tattered clothing. I notice injuries all over his body. He would be dead if he were human.
"Angel," I say, "we must leave this alley, or we will perish, along with Gunn and Spike."
"They're dead?" he coughs in a raspy voice.
"We are the only survivors. We need to find shelter."
His face is pale, and his eyes refuse to meet mine. I understand his grief, for I felt it when Wesley died, but he cannot ignore what needs to be done.
"I will carry you if you cannot move."
He is obviously surprised at my offer, but he accepts. So I lift him up and move quickly, until I find an abandoned building I can enter.
I gently lay the half-breed on the floor and watch him while he rests. This battle is finished, but the war has yet to end.
