...it's lucky i hate to be taken seriously
'and I can't fall because you'll try and catch me'
prompt; shake -for movetheearth
word count; 809
They had been enjoying a lazy Saturday, some time out on the town, some laughing and shopping and a little bit of messing around in the park in between. They'd been on the corner of one of the fanciest shopping districts and the local, known mutant district. It was purely by accident, nothing was planned and they just ended up leaning against a wall at the corner, lazily kissing as they took a well deserved break from their shopping -Ophelia had craved a new wardrobe for the turn of Spring. Rictor was humouring her.
She kind of wished he hadn't for a while.
It was all perfectly normal one minute, and then chaos the next. Two explosions on the street, one in a building, one at the foot of the building and then the van sped around the corner. It hadn't stopped before the men were jumping out, using guns and shooting along the buildings. Ophelia had never been so scared in her life, and only Rictor's quick thinking had gotten them into an alley where they were mostly shielded from all the bullets. Her heart was hammering in her throat, her blood pumping through her body so loud it drowned out the sound of the gunfire and the anti-mutant slurs.
But there were screams; women, children. Not everyone on the street was mutant, didn't people realise this? There were children, mutant and non-mutant alike, there were innocent, helpless people. Ophelia felt so small, so scared, so lost. She didn't even understand it.
As Rictor whispered something to her, untangling his hand from hers and moving away, Ophelia tried to grab for him, "Don't leave me," but he was already out the alley way, and Ophelia was curling in on herself as she felt smaller still. Until something surged in her, some sort of warmth, some connection. She didn't understand it at all, but it had her climbing to her feet and looking towards the opening of the alley. She'd no sooner taken a step than the earth started to shake under her feet. With a gasp, she held to the wall, worried the whole thing would collapse towards her and crush her. She needed to get out, needed to reach the exit of the alley and be in the open air. Claustrophobia had never affected her before, never.
Using her hands to brace herself, Ophelia shakily walked to the alley exit, standing and looking around for Rictor, she was about to shout out for him when she saw him, punching a shooter and holding a little girl close. She managed a smile, of course, her Ric would be helping if he could. Almost ready to let herself relax, Ophelia leant against the wall, waiting for things to die down, when she heard it, "Fucking freak!" There was a gun pointed at her, some big burly man with a scarf around his face pointing it and moving towards her. Ophelia felt pure panic, her throat seizing up and her limbs suddenly unable to move, she couldn't even shout out for help or...
"Phe!" The ground moved again, Ophelia's grip on the wall all that stopped her from stumbling over. The shooter did, falling on the unsteady ground as Rictor ran towards them, as the ground slowly calmed, Ophelia's balance wavering as she hit the wall and winced. The shaking stopped, the grounds shaking at least, and Ophelia looked up, pain in her head and hands. Rictor was there, hands on her elbows as he drew her towards him and she clung so desperately, needing that support. "God, I'm sorry, siento tanto," he murmured it over and over as he walked them away, Ophelia leaning on his shoulder.
They stopped two blocks down, hearing the sirens and the shouting, Ophelia drew back to look at Rictor, as his fingers pressed to the bump on her head, she hissed, but felt little pain. "You're a mutant?" She didn't mean to sound accusing, she simply meant it as a question, and as Rictor's hand fell from her head, she felt a stab of fear.
"Does that...does that matter?" Ophelia liked to think of herself as open minded, truthfully she gave little attention to the 'mutant outcry' within the city and she didn't feel that she needed to form an opinion on the matter. Life was life, and Ophelia cherished it all. Her hand, stinging and grazed, stroked his stubbled cheek as she smiled softly.
"Never to me." Because so what, he could make the earth shake? He made earth quakes? He'd saved people today, he'd saved her. Her arms went around his neck and she pressed herself against him, willing him to understand how much she loved him. Head pressed to his cheek, his arms around her waist and the pair just standing there, Ophelia truly cared little for his mutant powers.
He already shook her world up anyway.
prompt; shake -for movetheearth
word count; 809
They had been enjoying a lazy Saturday, some time out on the town, some laughing and shopping and a little bit of messing around in the park in between. They'd been on the corner of one of the fanciest shopping districts and the local, known mutant district. It was purely by accident, nothing was planned and they just ended up leaning against a wall at the corner, lazily kissing as they took a well deserved break from their shopping -Ophelia had craved a new wardrobe for the turn of Spring. Rictor was humouring her.
She kind of wished he hadn't for a while.
It was all perfectly normal one minute, and then chaos the next. Two explosions on the street, one in a building, one at the foot of the building and then the van sped around the corner. It hadn't stopped before the men were jumping out, using guns and shooting along the buildings. Ophelia had never been so scared in her life, and only Rictor's quick thinking had gotten them into an alley where they were mostly shielded from all the bullets. Her heart was hammering in her throat, her blood pumping through her body so loud it drowned out the sound of the gunfire and the anti-mutant slurs.
But there were screams; women, children. Not everyone on the street was mutant, didn't people realise this? There were children, mutant and non-mutant alike, there were innocent, helpless people. Ophelia felt so small, so scared, so lost. She didn't even understand it.
As Rictor whispered something to her, untangling his hand from hers and moving away, Ophelia tried to grab for him, "Don't leave me," but he was already out the alley way, and Ophelia was curling in on herself as she felt smaller still. Until something surged in her, some sort of warmth, some connection. She didn't understand it at all, but it had her climbing to her feet and looking towards the opening of the alley. She'd no sooner taken a step than the earth started to shake under her feet. With a gasp, she held to the wall, worried the whole thing would collapse towards her and crush her. She needed to get out, needed to reach the exit of the alley and be in the open air. Claustrophobia had never affected her before, never.
Using her hands to brace herself, Ophelia shakily walked to the alley exit, standing and looking around for Rictor, she was about to shout out for him when she saw him, punching a shooter and holding a little girl close. She managed a smile, of course, her Ric would be helping if he could. Almost ready to let herself relax, Ophelia leant against the wall, waiting for things to die down, when she heard it, "Fucking freak!" There was a gun pointed at her, some big burly man with a scarf around his face pointing it and moving towards her. Ophelia felt pure panic, her throat seizing up and her limbs suddenly unable to move, she couldn't even shout out for help or...
"Phe!" The ground moved again, Ophelia's grip on the wall all that stopped her from stumbling over. The shooter did, falling on the unsteady ground as Rictor ran towards them, as the ground slowly calmed, Ophelia's balance wavering as she hit the wall and winced. The shaking stopped, the grounds shaking at least, and Ophelia looked up, pain in her head and hands. Rictor was there, hands on her elbows as he drew her towards him and she clung so desperately, needing that support. "God, I'm sorry, siento tanto," he murmured it over and over as he walked them away, Ophelia leaning on his shoulder.
They stopped two blocks down, hearing the sirens and the shouting, Ophelia drew back to look at Rictor, as his fingers pressed to the bump on her head, she hissed, but felt little pain. "You're a mutant?" She didn't mean to sound accusing, she simply meant it as a question, and as Rictor's hand fell from her head, she felt a stab of fear.
"Does that...does that matter?" Ophelia liked to think of herself as open minded, truthfully she gave little attention to the 'mutant outcry' within the city and she didn't feel that she needed to form an opinion on the matter. Life was life, and Ophelia cherished it all. Her hand, stinging and grazed, stroked his stubbled cheek as she smiled softly.
"Never to me." Because so what, he could make the earth shake? He made earth quakes? He'd saved people today, he'd saved her. Her arms went around his neck and she pressed herself against him, willing him to understand how much she loved him. Head pressed to his cheek, his arms around her waist and the pair just standing there, Ophelia truly cared little for his mutant powers.
He already shook her world up anyway.