I AM MY OWN HERO
I DON'T NEED ANYONE TO SAVE ME.
0356 words @Nekros ❄ | Lighting a cigarette as she sat on the edge of a walkway to the port, Lynn gazed at the horizon, raising her head a bit with one eye shut to make it seem like the tip of her cigarette was touching it. Removing it from between her lips to release two long lines of smoke from her nostrils, she laughed, then putting it back in. Once she was done with it, she would stand up and toss it into the sand, stretching and yawning afterwards. “Man, can today get any more boring?” she muttered to herself, as she shoved her hands into the pockets of her pants. The sun was up, the day was busy, but Lynn was bored out of her wits. She didn’t feel like going on a job, like she usually would if she was bored. Instead she was walking around aimlessly. Zlatan wasn’t here to accompany her, so there was no flying around that day. Ruby optics glanced around on hearing talk of some vampire going rampant...or something like that. Lynn wasn’t exactly sure if they meant someone they meant, but the person she had in mind wasn’t the kind of person they were describing, but still, she listened. It was coming from the lacrima television in a shop nearby. It wasn’t too loud, but her slayer ears could pick it up. Fishing out a piece of paper from the pocket of her shorts, she unfolded it, reading it carefully, then realising it had nothing to do with what was on the news, she thrust it back in a disappointed manner. Ignoring the voice that was still in her head at the moment, she kept on walking. “...Deniel Thormun?” she repeated the name out loud, the name that the news reporter had uttered and had made her halt in her tracks. It was so familiar to her...right! Deniel! Of course it was familiar. Lynn immediately fastened her pace, rushing back towards the shop from which she picked up the sound. Clinging to the window, she watched through the clear glass, someone holding a device to Deniel’s mouth as he spoke. |
PHARAOH LEAP.