Post by Morrigan on Jun 10, 2023 0:02:05 GMT -5
When the brilliant flash of red finally receded and the only light was from the glowing moon above, Morrigan stood still. Her body wanted to submit to the lethargy left by her last technique, but she forbade it, forcing her senses to inform her next decision. Though she found little to work on. Beyond her own pounding heartbeat and blood dripping onto the ice, she could hear nothing of concern. No rumbling, no shrieking, and nothing of Bee… Bee! She couldn’t sense him either!
“Mister Bee!” Shuffling across the ice sheet, holding her wounded shoulder, she called out into the night’s air. Looking around yielded no sight of him, and slightly more distressingly, none of Item-11. There was no missing a body that large, yet she hadn’t felt any of the vibrations that indicated it had escaped underground. Had her attack flung it that high? No, it had to have come down by now. Confused, she continued her search until happening across a bloodstain. Darkening the snow, untouched by her footprints, it couldn’t have been hers. Then…
“Oh,” Morrigan whispered to herself, looking down at it. So that was it. This was the only trace left of either. She had acknowledged the risk to Bee’s life, but had taken it nonetheless. Though it turned her stomach, Morrigan suppressed the feeling, and with it her power. At the very least, she’d successfully and thoroughly rid the world of… whatever Item-11 had really been. A mutant, an alien, a weapon from the ground up. She didn’t have the knowhow on the subject, but maybe it would be worth looking into.
With much rumination to do and no intention to do it here, Morrigan turned toward the south. Her limbs throbbed just in time to remind her that the trip back would be arduous. Best not to delay then. Taking off from the site of her battle, looking forward to dressing her shoulder and sleeping for no less than eighteen hours, the Earthling bounded across the iced expanse through the night.
“Mister Bee!” Shuffling across the ice sheet, holding her wounded shoulder, she called out into the night’s air. Looking around yielded no sight of him, and slightly more distressingly, none of Item-11. There was no missing a body that large, yet she hadn’t felt any of the vibrations that indicated it had escaped underground. Had her attack flung it that high? No, it had to have come down by now. Confused, she continued her search until happening across a bloodstain. Darkening the snow, untouched by her footprints, it couldn’t have been hers. Then…
“Oh,” Morrigan whispered to herself, looking down at it. So that was it. This was the only trace left of either. She had acknowledged the risk to Bee’s life, but had taken it nonetheless. Though it turned her stomach, Morrigan suppressed the feeling, and with it her power. At the very least, she’d successfully and thoroughly rid the world of… whatever Item-11 had really been. A mutant, an alien, a weapon from the ground up. She didn’t have the knowhow on the subject, but maybe it would be worth looking into.
With much rumination to do and no intention to do it here, Morrigan turned toward the south. Her limbs throbbed just in time to remind her that the trip back would be arduous. Best not to delay then. Taking off from the site of her battle, looking forward to dressing her shoulder and sleeping for no less than eighteen hours, the Earthling bounded across the iced expanse through the night.
[EXIT]!
WC: 2,883
WC: 2,883