Sylver and I promised that the next time we both updated our 100-writing-prompts series, we'd have a Speedy/Cheshire on display.
I lied.
But it totally wasn't my fault! I was listening to the Black-Eyed Peas while writing the Speedy/Cheshire thing, and then this song of theirs was like, "Bang-bang-bang" and it sounded so cool that this random little drabble exploded in my brain.
Anyway. I was sort of playing with the emotions in this one, so…um…I think it's the first time I've ever used the f-bomb in a fic. TWICE.
Yeah. It's actually a little awkward to actually type…that word. And, just in case there's someone actually younger than me here, for the record, I do not condone the use of the f-bomb in casual conversation. Only in highly stressful situations. (Sylver uses it, though. Occasionally. I think that's where I mustered up the courage to post this, swearing intact. :D)
This one's Raven/Red X. A terribly sad little drabble. (And, weirdly enough, when I started writing this, I kept envisioning X killing Raven. Fun stuff, huh?) But I promise the Speedy/Cheshire in the next chapter will be much happier and I will finally be getting rid of this vague sort of style for a while. :D
Love and cupcakes!
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Prompt #18: Bang
Bang-bang, went her heart. Snap-snap, went her bones. Damnit, went the man, the guardian angel, as her blood trickled down his palms, staining them with her pain.
Get up, damnit!
Don't you dare leave me! Don't you dare leave your team!
His palms: red. His face: white. His hair: black. Blood. Snow. Ink. Her entire world, for a moment, for a second-split-into-pieces, before the world shattered, again – it was déjà vu of the sickest kind.
Fire, smoke. Walls crashing down. Cement, bricks, wood, the building falling – her legs, broken before, now bleeding. Blood and snow and ink shielding her body from the explosion – he did care about her, he must care about her – and then, oddly, there was something wet. Her hand, reaching, grasping, finding her scratched face – there were tears, his tears, falling on her cheeks. How strange.
And then his voice, like thunder and crushed velvet, stained with blood and tears, loud in her ear, cold with rage and grief:
No! Damnit, you stand up! No! Fight it!
She loved him even before the world shattered and she knew he was begging her to live.
Everything, slipping away. Her vision is turning grainy, like the old black-and-white movies he loved but pretended not to. Fire, scorching at her sleeve, turned into a cool caress, then nothing. Smoke, lacing her lungs, turned into the icy smell of his skin. Fierce anger, grief, in his storm-eyes. His body, sprawled over hers, his hands pushing, pressing, shoving his despair into her chest like the steady pressure of CPR could breathe hope into her broken body. Push. Push. Bang-bang, her heart whispers, a faint promise of a hope that doesn't exist.
Don't you dare leave me! Don't you dare! Fight! Breathe!
A smile, curving her lips. He cared for her. She knew it all along.
Fight, damnit! Fight! I'm not letting you go! I fucking love you, okay? Wake up! Stand the hell up!
A swell of warmth in her chest. Love. Him. Her. Death.
It was just like pain, this pleasure.
Sir, we're abandoning the building. You have to leave with the other survivors.
Don't tell me what to do!
Sir, we have to evacuate the premises.
Get out of my way or I swear to G –
Sir, I am ordering you to leave the site of this crash –
Did you tell her team, then? Did you tell them that one of their friends is trapped here? How're you going to tell the alien that her best friend is bleeding to death? He heaved a cough, snarling and wet in his throat. How're you going to break the news to poor Robin that she's not breathing anymore?
Our priority is the safety of the living, and I am ordering you to leave this site!
A senseless howl, raising prickles on her scorched, bloody flesh. He was angry. So angry. White-hot rage, spilling from his pores, mixed with a terrible wordless devastation.
Footsteps thudding beside her head (bang-bang). Hands underneath her skull, cradling her to his chest. His mouth, full, perfect, pressed against her lips: harsh and angry but the softness, the agonizing softness was so much the same. He was breathing life into her. Strong hands – not his – heaving him back, smashing handcuffs against his head, pulling him away from her.
I'm not fucking leaving her!
This woman is dead and I swear to God if you don't obey my orders this second I will throw you into the flames myself!
A sharp outburst of breath, the sound of flesh meeting bone with a sick crack. Shouts. His voice above all, raging, desperate.
Furious voices. Barking dogs. Gunshots. Bang-bang-bang.
Bring the dogs!
No! No! I'm not leaving her! I'm not fu –
Metal meeting flesh, bone. A hideous snap. Gunshots (bang-bang). More flames licking her legs.
The woman –
Dead. Leave her. For God's sake, get out of the building! Get out!
She's a Titan!
She's dead, damnit! She's dead! My orders are to clear out!
The man – he –
You heard the commander! Evacuate! Get the hell out!
No terror in her veins, in her heart. Her mind is so far gone.
His face. His voice. His eyes-cheeks-lips-nose-hands-chest-arms. So beautiful.
Her heart stutters. He loves her. Loved her. She knew it.
Too many flames. Too much blood. She wants him. She shudders with pain-pleasure at the memory of his lips against hers, his hands, his voice ordering her to live. Giving her orders she has no strength to obey.
A whisper, sliding from her ruptured lungs. He's miles away now, blood matting his dark hair, far from the smoke and flames and fury of the collapsed building. She knows he'll never hear her.
I'll wait forever, she murmurs soundlessly, blood shining on her lips. For you. Forever and forever.
A final bang-bang, from her heart, her heart that loves him so.
His face – his voice – forever she'll wait – forever –
Then nothing.