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!

22. Whatcha Got?

Someone was coming.

They hid behind the contraption. He was squeezed in between the girl and the kid. How...fitting. He glanced at both of them. The kid was staring at the door, green eyes sharp with concentration. She was shaking, her eyes darting back and forth, from him to to her commander.

As if afraid he'd do something.

The door creaked open.

"Dark Ace...and you brought friends."

He rolled his eyes.

She can be so damn cliche.

And he stood, leer on his face, blade drawn.

"Let's see what you got, Master..."