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!

4. Certainty

The plan was simple.

They go in.

They do some "macho" fighting.

They bust some heads.

They destroy the machine.

And they pray to GOD that Cyclonis isn't home.

The kid wanted to know if he was sure about this.

"If she sees you-" he'd said.

"I know what the consequences are. But she was going to turn me into...a THING." He glares at the cloudless sky. "I am NOT a thing. No one is."

The kid smiles dryly. "Of all people...I never thought you'd end up being an ally."

"Let's get a few things straight: One, I am NOT an ally. Two, after this, we part, we go our separate ways. Three--and this is the most important one--I still don't like you."

"So you say. So you say." And he turns to leave.

"I wouldn't be so sure about myself, if I were you," he growls.

The kid smirks. "Well, you're not me. So don't worry."

And then he leaves.