Drabbles~
So, here's my response to some of the prompts I've been given so far. I'll write the others as they come along. Give me more, and I'll write more drabbles hopefully.
Broken Spoon - chaos_silk
Fandom: A drabble based off a Naruto-AU I created.
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One's mind was powerful on it's own, but it required the right outlet; an outlet to channel those thoughts and actions to. That's where the body came into play. The body could do what the mind required. Then there was need of an amplifier, one to maximize the usefulness of the mind. And amplifiers were not generally provided with the outlet. One had to find their own amplifier on their own.
How they went about it, however, was different to each soul.
Scattered objects littering the floor, blood, and other such liquids coagulating into the linoleum.
There was silence, deafening silence. No breathing, no sound, nothing. Nothing as he stood there, looking at the place he'd desecrated.
There was nothing in his swirling eyes, nothing in his expression, lips drawn tightly into a grimace.
The only thing that looked back at him was the cold, immaculate gaze of his own eyes reflecting off of the numerous broken spoons.
There was nothing left. Not a single soul. Not even his own.
He had to run. He knew it before he'd even set foot into the room, before he'd even considered the notion of what he was going to do, what had to be done.
With emotionless eyes, he turned and his body moved in a streak of lightning--there, and then gone.
There was nothing left for him here.
Owari.
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Bleeding Heart - chaos_silk
Fandom: Same AU.
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It wasn't the first time this happened; oh, no. Not at all. It definitely wasn't the first time he'd killed someone. Like all other makes, he was enabled to kill without remorse.
Unlike other makes, he could kill his creators.
Echoes of shrieks and screams permeated the air, blood dripped from fresh corpses and ivory hands. The only thing that greeted the sounds of death and destruction were his non-existent breaths. Lifeless eyes glazed over in fear were met with blazing whorls of grim satisfaction.
It was never a question of how or if, but when this would happen. After all, he needed to prove his abilities, didn't he? Yes, so he was justified.
It was their own fault for not including the laws within his body of limitation. If anything, he had no limitation now. Nothing to hold him back.
It was a pity, though, he could've made such better uses of their carcasses if he hadn't have been hasty. Oh, well.
The metallic 'clang' resounded off of the walls as his weapon of choice landed upon the ground.
His footfalls were silent, articulate and paced as they walked away from the mass corpses that littered the concrete-like substance floor.
And blood dripped down from the metallic-shaped heart, along with the memories it held, the chain's colouring now mixing with the blood upon the floor...
Owari.
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Annd that's all, folks! 8DD
Broken Spoon - chaos_silk
Fandom: A drabble based off a Naruto-AU I created.
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One's mind was powerful on it's own, but it required the right outlet; an outlet to channel those thoughts and actions to. That's where the body came into play. The body could do what the mind required. Then there was need of an amplifier, one to maximize the usefulness of the mind. And amplifiers were not generally provided with the outlet. One had to find their own amplifier on their own.
How they went about it, however, was different to each soul.
Scattered objects littering the floor, blood, and other such liquids coagulating into the linoleum.
There was silence, deafening silence. No breathing, no sound, nothing. Nothing as he stood there, looking at the place he'd desecrated.
There was nothing in his swirling eyes, nothing in his expression, lips drawn tightly into a grimace.
The only thing that looked back at him was the cold, immaculate gaze of his own eyes reflecting off of the numerous broken spoons.
There was nothing left. Not a single soul. Not even his own.
He had to run. He knew it before he'd even set foot into the room, before he'd even considered the notion of what he was going to do, what had to be done.
With emotionless eyes, he turned and his body moved in a streak of lightning--there, and then gone.
There was nothing left for him here.
Owari.
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Bleeding Heart - chaos_silk
Fandom: Same AU.
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It wasn't the first time this happened; oh, no. Not at all. It definitely wasn't the first time he'd killed someone. Like all other makes, he was enabled to kill without remorse.
Unlike other makes, he could kill his creators.
Echoes of shrieks and screams permeated the air, blood dripped from fresh corpses and ivory hands. The only thing that greeted the sounds of death and destruction were his non-existent breaths. Lifeless eyes glazed over in fear were met with blazing whorls of grim satisfaction.
It was never a question of how or if, but when this would happen. After all, he needed to prove his abilities, didn't he? Yes, so he was justified.
It was their own fault for not including the laws within his body of limitation. If anything, he had no limitation now. Nothing to hold him back.
It was a pity, though, he could've made such better uses of their carcasses if he hadn't have been hasty. Oh, well.
The metallic 'clang' resounded off of the walls as his weapon of choice landed upon the ground.
His footfalls were silent, articulate and paced as they walked away from the mass corpses that littered the concrete-like substance floor.
And blood dripped down from the metallic-shaped heart, along with the memories it held, the chain's colouring now mixing with the blood upon the floor...
Owari.
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Annd that's all, folks! 8DD