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!

18. On Top

Cyclonis leaned over his face, her eyes boring into him.

He gulped.

But nothing went down.

His throat was drier than Saharr.

She was only a millimeter away from him, her breath pummeling his lips. He let a low growl escape him.

"Stop that, Dark Ace," she whispered, very softly. He smelled her breath; it smelled of vengeance.

The doors burst open with a boom.

Cyclonis looked up.

He took the opportunity to wham her in the jaw with his fist. He grabbed his sword and held it to her throat. The others ran in, blank expressions on their faces, the Wallop's fists glowing with green energy.

He stared into her violet eyes. "Who's on top now, Master?"

And it was his turn to leer.