Well if I timed this right then I'm the first person to post a story in this section, and if that's the case, ALL RIGHT! Heh heh, I typed out this little one-shot just so I could be the first person to post under this section, self centered, right? Ah, I don't care, anyway I've loved the Death Gate Cycle ever since I picked up the first book so it's great that I can write random fanfiction on it now, and read it. Ah, bliss. Anyway this takes place during Fire Sea, just before Haplo and crew enter Necropolis. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: oh, Haplo, the dog, and the rest of the Fire Sea cast do not belong to me in any way, shape, or form. But I can wish.
Two Seconds Too Late
It happened too fast, he had no time to react. One moment everything was still, the next he was running, running to reach that tortured, terrified gaze, the flailing limbs as they struggled futilely for purchase on empty air before landing with a sickening smack in the thick, bubbling tar.
He hadn't been paying close enough attention, hadn't considered any of the dead guards an actual threat, and cursed himself for his oversight, an oversight that would have cost him his life back in the Labyrinth.
He ran, eyes locked with those that held nothing for him but trust, trust that he would rescue the owner from the agony, would pull them to safety. He reached out, and grasped nothing but air as the dog, with a last pain filled howl slipped beneath the surface of the scalding, boiling substance. He hit his knees at the edge of the pit, arm still extended, fingers grasping the empty space where his loyal companion had been, just two seconds ago. Two seconds. Two seconds too slow, two seconds too late. The shock was replaced momentarily by overwhelming grief, the grief by an all-consuming rage. With an inhuman roar he whipped around, runes blazing brilliantly, and leapt at the one who had taken his companion from him.
Ne, short I know. It's a drabblish, thing. I guess. Anyway let me know what you think, please review! Ja ne!