Okay, so. This is from the R/T ficathon challengey-thing. For a better explanation, go to my profile. M'kay?
Title: "Freedom"
Author: BasketKiwi
Format & Word Count: Extended drabble; 140 words
Rating: PG
Prompt: #7 ("grass")
Warning: Possibility of character death; kind of left for interpretation
Summary: Remus is kicked out of Fenrir's pack, too exhausted to make it home.
Author's Note: It's kind of an odd piece. Different from what I usually write, and I'm not sure if it . . . worked, exactly. But, here it is! 8-)
Remus stumbled out of the worn, creaking door and fell to his hand and knees, feeling the wet dirt and grass between his fingers, and the raindrops splattering on his neck. He was free, and holding something real and alive, and he could feel his breath leaving his lips and hear his heart beating.
Slowly he stood up and trudged forward onto the dark, abandoned sidewalk. He knew he'd never make it home, but it didn't matter right now, because it was over. They'd beaten him up and thrown him out, convinced he would never be useful to them. They knew he could never be evil, but they never considered the possibility that he, a fellow werewolf, could be good. He'd been so lucky.
So he wandered the streets for an hour before collapsing, wandless, onto the beautiful, moist green grass.
