Companion to 16: Running.
These two were themes where I took the prompt really, really literally. Other ones I take a metaphoric sense. It's nice to get a mix.
I won't be posting it just yet (I have a nice backlog kept up) but the next one is one of my favourites in this collection so far :D
17. Bare Feet
The thrill of the hunt was one of the few things that made Envy feel alive. With a malicious glitter in his indigo eyes, he drew the flat end of his blade across his tongue, drawing a sliver of blood which he swallowed hungrily.
"Where are you, Edo~" he called out to the forest, jumping from branch to branch. He landed with no more weight than a feather each time, bare feet bracing against each limb and pushing up to take him to the next one.
The pipsqueak was here somewhere – fleeing his pursuit – fleeing from him.
Through the dark green and grey of the night-shadowed foliage, he caught a glimpse of bright yellow. "You know you can't get away, chibi-chan!"
There he was – panicked, glancing this way and that. His pant leg was torn off, the dull shine of metal another beacon of brightness in the dark forest. Envy's sharp eyes zeroed in on a loose bolt at his knee, and he grinned, seeing an opportunity.
Leaping to the ground with only the rustle of a leaves and a soft 'thump' as witness, he picked up a pebble and ran alongside for a moment, still unseen in his dark camouflage. With a lazy toss that still held the full strength of any grown man, he threw it at the bolt, snapping off the head.
With a loud grind of metal-on-metal, the leg collapsed, and Edward fell to his hands and knees with a harsh, guttural cry.
Envy walked over and placed one bare foot on Ed's back, then pushed down, flattening him in the mud.
"I win."