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In Light of Oblivion
"In Every Story there is a Time to Say Goodbye"
Such a bad idea to the two to split up for supplies. Something was definitely happening, he felt it calling deep down inside of him.
Chris's feet rapidly pounded against the concrete, his ears perked for any individual sound that could possibly be out of place. All vehicles had been cleared away from the streets and he stopped next to a lamp post as three large mechanical suits flew past him, mounted weapons rotating idly without their locks.
Cones of blue flames burned from their backs, feet sparking as they slid across the ground. Their body armor was a grey that rivaled the buildings they blew past, splattered with white and black to act as a type of camouflage. Without looking back, they quickly turned to the right and disappeared around the corner.
A moment's hesitation kept him there befor
Large wooden crates shuffled inside a large warehouse as rain gently beat against the exterior walls. Kara stood, admiring the open area she had helped construct as Chris and Zar continued to build a perimeter of wooden barricades within the building. Eventually the two stopped, Chris sitting with his right arm wrapped around his knee, Zar standing high on a pair of boxes.
"I'm going to go and check on your apartment," the human said with a slight smile, "I'll be back with questions."
Kara watched him pick up his hoverboard and move to a solid white door. Before she could stop him, he had left into the streets, the sound of a single small engine echoing through the framework of the structure that surrounded them.
Chris remained where he was, an unmoving shape that seemed only able to stare at the palm of his right hand. After a few moments the fe
Kara slowed her run to a jaunt, then to a casual walk, as the figure in the black robot stared at her through clear glasses. His obsidian eyes watched them and his right hand pulled down on the machine's throttle, dropping it onto one knee so that he could dismount from its internal machinery.
"Well isn't this a surprise…" the businessman said as he drew his glasses from his face. A cloth appeared in his hand, which he used to begin cleaning the lenses, "I thought I wouldn't get the chance to ever see you again."
Chris managed to slide off of his companion's back, held up only by leaning his weight against her neck, "you wouldn't if I knew you were in the area."
Obsidian irises lifted and probed the wolf's multiple wounds, "Banged up badly, in the middle of enemy territory, and completely outnumbered. I wonder what you will do if I simply walk away."
Kara felt the splitting pain in her head as the world around her slowly came back. Memories flashed in her mind's eye in memory of the fight as it lead to the blow that had sent her to the ground. A quick throb in the center of her head occurred as she remembered the knife as it descended for her head.
She couldn't open her eyes, but she heard fighting as it raged somewhere to the left of her. A painful itch slowly covered her arms and legs as the battle continued, a madman's laugh sending chills down her spine. Still she couldn't move, let alone see her savior or hear anything but the horrendous cackle.
Eventually the laugh broke as a scream broke through the veil, "Death! Come unto death as I have!"
Fire shot through her veins with the words, unparalleled pain shooting into every nerve in her body as the fighting continued. Every muscle rebelled in
"How you feeling?" Chris asked the feline after she awoke. The mask that had once covered his mouth lay on the other side of the bed, oxygen no longer pumped to the device.
Her response was a swift punch in the shoulder with her left hand, "stop being an asshole."
A smile aided his counterargument, "how can I be an ass if I haven't done anything yet?" His left hand moved to scratch the back of his head innocently, but quickly found it dragged down by the woman's wrist. It took a second to realize the handcuffs that now bound him to her.
"The guards said you would be let out because of your injuries as long as you wouldn't try to escape the city again." Yellow eyes leaned closer to his, "Mind telling me why I feel as though we're in a cage?"
Chris turned away, red and blue eyes focused on the window, "We were always in a c
Restructured / Perfect World
"You cannot deny me." The woman said as she dashed towards Chris's exposed back. He remained there, in the snow, as she approached with dizzying speed, only to react with blows that countered her own.
"I realized something a while ago: you are nothing but a figment," his right hand collided with the woman's left arm, throwing it wide enough for him to kick her backwards, "a collection of beliefs given life."
This time it was the woman's turn to block, "I'm more than a figment, could a figment so easily manipulate your life?"
Claws raked her arms as the wolf swung in a frenzied blur, "perhaps because subconsciously, I needed you. However, I no longer need you to achieve my goals." Her defense crumbled and his left hand picked her up by the neck, "We're going to go back to where we belong Pride, no matter what you or anyone else tries
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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