Post by Columbia on Aug 30, 2004 17:21:57 GMT -5
Title: Rule of Three
Rating: PG-13, subject to change
Author: Columbia
Genere: Romance
Summary: An unexpected act has powerful lasting effects.
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Rule of Three
Drew picked his way through the rocky outcrop. Wind-blown yellow bangs hung down in front of gray-blue eyes that imitated the color of the twilight between rock and sky. He squinted against the sunlight. The day was overcast, but out on the rocks there was no protection from any sun's rays sneaking through the clouds. Down to his left a motion caught his eye.
She stood out amoung the rocks, a patch of red in the gray. Strands of black hair blew back from her face in the light wind. A book, canvas or leather-bound was held open in one red-nailed hand. She appeared to be reading as she angled up and across the rocks, not heading for him, but with her steps directed his way. Drew's fist curled at his side, but Jara did not appear to have noticed his presence. As far as he could see she was just walking and reading, so normal an activity that his other fist curled. He wanted to borg - to fight her - but with her just moseying along like that it was both impossible and all the more tantilizing to challenge her. She had the gall to go around acting like a normal person, and it infuriated him.
It was at that moment she noticed him. Thirty feet away, she looked up from her book, turned her duo-colored eys on him, and reguarded him for a moment. Her vulpine face was, forever, blank of emotion. With fists clenched and scowl set, he watched her change her path, angling so her steps took a steeper path, one that would cross some ten feet to his left, still reading her book. Drew followed her, turning his head as she passed him. Jara had made no move to fight, had not even acknowledged him. She was conciously trying to avoid a fight, he realized. He snarled.
"Hey!"
The Magnavor was above him on the rocks now. At his beckon she turned. When he did not say anything, she tucked her book somewhere under her cloak and came towards him, stopping a few feet away and one rock up. The red halves of her eyes caught the shadows of the rocks, while their gold tops reflected the hidden ligh, giving her the oddest stare Drew had ever seen. She still did not say anything, and seemed to be waiting for him to go on.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded.
"Walking, Beetledweeb, this is public territory," she turned and started to leave again. Two steps up she stopped and looked over her shoulder.The female Magnavor's tone was serious, but unlike any tone she had ever used with him before. It struck Drew as odd, especially considering what she said next: "You want to be careful, out here alone."
"Is that a threat?" This was the time to pick a fight. He spat the words out in a spray at her feet.
"No," she said, still with that odd tone, "It's some advi-"
"STAND FORTH AND DO BATTLE, BLUE STINGER BORG!"
At the bottom of the hill Shadow Borg stood in his dark armor, the yellow slits of his eyes glowing in their black glass. A huge black gun was slung over his shoulder. It was fired with the sound of air being let from a violently slashed tire before Drew had a chance to even call for his bonder. A white disk zoomed through the air straight for him. Drew had time to think, I'm going to be killed by a giant Altoid, and then -
Someone grabbed him, pinning his arms to his side and tucking his head down. Jara's red cape swirled around him and he felt her body close. She hugged him tight, one hand on the back of his head and wrapping herself around him like a shield. He felt her chin on his skull as if she were bent over to kiss him. And he felt the blunt impact go through her body as the white disk hit her back. The tire-letting sound came again, like a giant airgun, and Drew winced as it hit high on her right shoulder blade. The stomach muscles he was pressed so close against spasmed, but Jara stayed quiet. She held him and he held her back, clutching at the front of her cape. A third shot blasted, low on the same side, and Jara's shaking stopped. Her body went rigid. Drew felt a horrible heat seeping through the front of his shirt. He heard Shadow Borg swear. Jara's torn and destroyed muscles twitched. She shuddered. Her body seized up but she was still trying not to hurt the boy in her arms. Her hands tensed, snatched at his hair, but through some valient or maybe just prideful effort she managed not to pull the fine blond strands. Drew felt her trying to loosen hersef from him, to let him go as gently as she could, but the white disks had done their damage. Shaking knees trembled and gave way. She fell still holding onto him, her head now even with, now on his shoulder. He could hear her deep, shuddering breaths. Breathing. Composing herself.
"Beat it, brat," her heard her thick voice say, "He's only got three shots." When he did not move she gave him a shove and then he ran, up and over the rocks and all the way to Hilhurst without ever looking back.
Rating: PG-13, subject to change
Author: Columbia
Genere: Romance
Summary: An unexpected act has powerful lasting effects.
* * *
Rule of Three
Drew picked his way through the rocky outcrop. Wind-blown yellow bangs hung down in front of gray-blue eyes that imitated the color of the twilight between rock and sky. He squinted against the sunlight. The day was overcast, but out on the rocks there was no protection from any sun's rays sneaking through the clouds. Down to his left a motion caught his eye.
She stood out amoung the rocks, a patch of red in the gray. Strands of black hair blew back from her face in the light wind. A book, canvas or leather-bound was held open in one red-nailed hand. She appeared to be reading as she angled up and across the rocks, not heading for him, but with her steps directed his way. Drew's fist curled at his side, but Jara did not appear to have noticed his presence. As far as he could see she was just walking and reading, so normal an activity that his other fist curled. He wanted to borg - to fight her - but with her just moseying along like that it was both impossible and all the more tantilizing to challenge her. She had the gall to go around acting like a normal person, and it infuriated him.
It was at that moment she noticed him. Thirty feet away, she looked up from her book, turned her duo-colored eys on him, and reguarded him for a moment. Her vulpine face was, forever, blank of emotion. With fists clenched and scowl set, he watched her change her path, angling so her steps took a steeper path, one that would cross some ten feet to his left, still reading her book. Drew followed her, turning his head as she passed him. Jara had made no move to fight, had not even acknowledged him. She was conciously trying to avoid a fight, he realized. He snarled.
"Hey!"
The Magnavor was above him on the rocks now. At his beckon she turned. When he did not say anything, she tucked her book somewhere under her cloak and came towards him, stopping a few feet away and one rock up. The red halves of her eyes caught the shadows of the rocks, while their gold tops reflected the hidden ligh, giving her the oddest stare Drew had ever seen. She still did not say anything, and seemed to be waiting for him to go on.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded.
"Walking, Beetledweeb, this is public territory," she turned and started to leave again. Two steps up she stopped and looked over her shoulder.The female Magnavor's tone was serious, but unlike any tone she had ever used with him before. It struck Drew as odd, especially considering what she said next: "You want to be careful, out here alone."
"Is that a threat?" This was the time to pick a fight. He spat the words out in a spray at her feet.
"No," she said, still with that odd tone, "It's some advi-"
"STAND FORTH AND DO BATTLE, BLUE STINGER BORG!"
At the bottom of the hill Shadow Borg stood in his dark armor, the yellow slits of his eyes glowing in their black glass. A huge black gun was slung over his shoulder. It was fired with the sound of air being let from a violently slashed tire before Drew had a chance to even call for his bonder. A white disk zoomed through the air straight for him. Drew had time to think, I'm going to be killed by a giant Altoid, and then -
Someone grabbed him, pinning his arms to his side and tucking his head down. Jara's red cape swirled around him and he felt her body close. She hugged him tight, one hand on the back of his head and wrapping herself around him like a shield. He felt her chin on his skull as if she were bent over to kiss him. And he felt the blunt impact go through her body as the white disk hit her back. The tire-letting sound came again, like a giant airgun, and Drew winced as it hit high on her right shoulder blade. The stomach muscles he was pressed so close against spasmed, but Jara stayed quiet. She held him and he held her back, clutching at the front of her cape. A third shot blasted, low on the same side, and Jara's shaking stopped. Her body went rigid. Drew felt a horrible heat seeping through the front of his shirt. He heard Shadow Borg swear. Jara's torn and destroyed muscles twitched. She shuddered. Her body seized up but she was still trying not to hurt the boy in her arms. Her hands tensed, snatched at his hair, but through some valient or maybe just prideful effort she managed not to pull the fine blond strands. Drew felt her trying to loosen hersef from him, to let him go as gently as she could, but the white disks had done their damage. Shaking knees trembled and gave way. She fell still holding onto him, her head now even with, now on his shoulder. He could hear her deep, shuddering breaths. Breathing. Composing herself.
"Beat it, brat," her heard her thick voice say, "He's only got three shots." When he did not move she gave him a shove and then he ran, up and over the rocks and all the way to Hilhurst without ever looking back.