Prompt: But who's gonna save you?
Prompt: Character A's scream of agony finally breaks as the electrocution stops. Body aching and burning, they slump forward against their restraints and gasp for breath, and don't even have the strength to shudder as their captor runs a deceivingly gentle hand through their hair and whispers, "This doesn't have to continue. You know what I want." Carrie's scream of agony finally breaks as the electrocution stops. Her body is aching and burning and she wished she could just curl up and die on the spot. Every part of her being was in pain. She didn't know how much longer she could keep this up. She slumped forward against her restraints and gasped for breath. She didn't even have the strength to shudder as Laralie ran a deceivingly gentle hand through Carrie's hair. She leaned down next to Carrie so they were face to face. She smiled at Carrie gently, almost lovingly, in a smile that was unnerving to witness. "This doesn't have to continue," Laralie said softly, gently. Carrie looked at Laralie with unfocused eyes. Trying to focus on Laralie did help her focus on something other than the pain she was in. "I know you're trying to protect him," Laralie continued, "But while you are trying to save him, who's going to save you?" She pulled Carrie's head up by the hair so they were face to face. "I am," Hunter said. He raced over to Laralie's side, knife in hand. "Now let her go." Laralie smiled wickedly. It was on.
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run, you clever boy, and remember. run, regretful man, you couldn't save her. run, you tired hero, don't forget her sacrifice. but always keep in mind it wasn't you who took her life. Hunter ran with all of his might as memories of Carrie swirled in his mind. He would forever remember. He could never forget. He pushed himself to run harder and faster, pushing himself to push himself until he broke down. He would live with the regret all of his life. It would plague him, eating him alive. He would never forget her sacrifice, but as much as he ran, he couldn't outrun his guilt. While technically he didn't kill her, he couldn't help but feel responsible for her death. He may not have held the sword, but he was responsible nonetheless. Carrie was dead because of him and he would never forgive himself. Prompt: Picture prompt
Alora sat in the old, abandoned library with an old book laying on her lap. She stared off in the distance as she ran her fingers over the words, not reading or comprehending anything held within the pages. Alora felt numb. All her tears had been cried, she had broken as much as she could, and now, she was just there. Nothing. She just drifted from one room to the next, floated from room to room, unable to comprehend anything or take anything more in. So, her body shut down and just went through the emotions, unable to handle any more pain. Prompt: "I know it hurts, but you have to let me take a look." The pain was unbearable. Kaida didn't know how much more of this she could take. She felt like her body had been ripped apart. "I know it hurts," Jareth said. He knelt down beside Kaida and watched as she squirmed around as the agony she was in hit her. "But you have to let me take a look." He couldn't help her if he couldn't see it. Prompt: Feelings can come and go so fast.
"You loved him more than you love yourself," Andraia said. Caraline shrugged her shoulders. "Feelings can come and go so fast." Prompt: Bad luck
Prompt: Picture prompt Cashel opened his eyes and looked down at a sleeping Eloise. Gingerly, he moved his hand to play with hear hair lightly. "Cashel?" Eloise jerked awake. "Eloise," Cashel smiled as he croaked. "Cashel," Eloise smiled. Laughter erupted out of her as relief flooded through her entire being. She couldn't help it, she had never felt so relieved. She could breathe again. Tears began to stream down her face as she was unable to hold back her emotions any longer. "Water?" His mouth felt like cotton and he couldn't get words out correctly. Eloise immediately poured him a glass of water and helped hold his head while he took a long swallow. "What bad luck, huh?" Cashel asked. Eloise shook her head. She couldn't believe how calm he was. He had almost died and he was acting as if it was just another Tuesday. Terror spilled into the peaceful villages as well as the battlefields as war raged throughout the land. Swords clashed against each other, sending sparks flying as metal met metal, causing small fires to start where the sparks fell. Homes, villages, and countryside burned, forcing innocent villagers out of their homes with nowhere to find refuge as the fires claimed whatever it wanted to. Screams of pain and heartbreak echoed across the kingdoms. People screamed as limbs were ripped from their bodies and their loved ones died in their arms and they were unable to protect them from the suffering around them. As war continued to rage, no one cared who got hurt. Soldiers, villagers, children, it was all the same. No one was safe from the pain. No one was safe from death. No one’s lives were safe. War didn’t discriminate. Their kingdom was crashing down around everyone’s heads, and no matter what they tried to do, they were finding they were powerless to stop it. The kingdom kept getting pushed back, losing ground with every passing moment. There was precious little left to fight for, and what was still theirs to claim, was lying around their feet in shambles. It would take a miracle to keep what was left and an even bigger miracle to clean it back up and make it thrive. The kingdom was breaking apart at the seams and would soon explode. King Cyrus’ heart broke and filled with dismay as he stared out the window, taking stock of his broken, war-torn kingdom. King Cyrus could hardly remember the days before the war, a time when life had been good, and he could sleep without fear, without wondering what would be left of his kingdom in the morning. Cyrus was out of ideas. No matter what he or his advisors did, nothing had helped. With each passing moment, they were losing ground and getting pushed further and further back, causing his borders to continue to shrink. Cyrus was trying to swim upstream, but the current kept pushing him back and dragging him under, leaving him to drown without a safety jacket or life preserver to give him rest. At that moment, King Cyrus’ darling daughter, Princess Kaida, began to stir in her bassinet. She let out a wail to let everyone in the castle know that she was awake and ready to get some attention from the adults in her life. Cyrus turned his attention away from the window and faced his crying daughter instead. “No,” Cyrus said. He shook his head as the nanny rushed into the room to care for her crying charge. He put his hand up to hold the nanny off. “It’s okay,” Cyrus continued, “I’ll take care of Kaida.” The nanny looked momentarily confused as she stood, watching as Cyrus lifted Kaida out of the bassinet. As the king settled the princess against him, the nanny scurried out of the room to allow the little family their bonding time. King Cyrus held his child close to his chest and smelled the top of her head. He breathed in the new baby smell. Kaida was so small, so innocent, so perfect. She had no idea the world she had been born into was so horrible, so terrifying, so dangerous. She had no idea the terrors that would await her if they lost the war. He couldn’t allow that to happen. He had to protect her. No matter the cost. Still holding the princess close, Cyrus moved back to the window and out into the ruin that was his kingdom. Conviction flowed through his veins. He had to win this war. He had to make sure that he protected his daughter. He looked down at the princess’ innocent face and then back at the fires raging outside. He knew what he had to do. He would have to make a deal with the dragons. * Cyrus sat in the meeting room of his castle and stared at the dragon lord. The dragon was just as terrifying as he had imagined him to be, and yet unlike anything Cyrus could have anticipated. “We will help you win the war,” the dragon lord confirmed the deal. “And provide us with twenty years of protection,” an advisor jumped in. They would need the time to help rebuild their kingdom and get back on their feet once again. “And provide twenty years of protection,” the dragon lord confirmed with a nod, “For the princess.” “Kaida?” Cyrus burst out. He realized that there would be a price to pay. He knew that there would be a high cost. But he had never thought, in all of his wildest moments, that Kaida would be the cost. He never thought that Kaida would have to be the one to pay the price. Cyrus looked over at his daughter who was sleeping peacefully in her bassinet by his chair. Cyrus’ heart ached at the thought of having to give Kaida up. He couldn’t bear the thought of never getting to be able to see her again. He had no idea what the dragons would do to her, or why they wanted her. He had no idea what would happen if he gave her up. “Take the deal,” his advisors encouraged. The words rang in his ears. Repeating over and over again. He knew that it was the only way they could win the war. It was the only way they would be able to keep the kingdom safe, at least long enough for him to figure out a new strategy. They would give him 20 years of guaranteed peace. He would be a fool to turn it down. They were in the middle of a deadly war, and they were losing. Without the dragon’s help, they would lose the war. The kingdom would fall apart. More lives than just his daughters would be on the line. More innocent blood would be shed. More innocence would be lost. The king sighed heavily. His heart was aching. He knew that he had no other option. While he hated to do it, it was for the betterment of the entire kingdom. He had to do what he had to do. He had to look out for what was the best for the most people involved. Taking the dragon lord’s offer was the best choice. “Fine,” the king sighed. His heart ached. “Deal,” the dragon lord said. The dragon lord held his hand out to the king, waiting for the king to accept the offered hand. Cyrus took a deep breath and took one last, long look at his sleeping princess, closed his eyes, and shook the dragon lord’s hand, giving it a firm, definitive shake to seal the deal. As the dragons fulfilled the first part of their bargain, Cyrus relinquished Kaida to the dragon lord’s arms. Prompt: If anybody could have saved me it would have been you.
Is it better now That I’m not around? Now that you don’t have to worry? Is your life easier Now that I’m gone? Do you even notice? Don’t worry, I understand. I wasn’t the easiest person to love. If anybody could have saved me, It would have been you, But you can’t save me Prompt: Lucky Charms
Carrie’s shot had knocked over Hunter’s pack, scattering the contents of the bag all over. She knelt down, quickly trying to replace everything that had spilled onto the ground before Hunter found out. She was almost done when she noticed a little bag hiding in the corner. Her curiosity got the best of her and she couldn’t help but open it. It was filled with all sorts of little charms, at the very top sat a neon pink rabbits foot. Carrie smiled softly. It shed a whole new light on Hunter. She was still smiling over the rabbit’s foot when Hunter came up behind her. “What are you doing?” his voice was strained. The contents of that bag were personal, and he didn’t like sharing them with others. He didn’t even let Felicia or Jesse look into the bag, and here Carrie was, bold as anything, rummaging through it. “Sorry,” Carrie said, casting down her eyes quickly, “It’s just, your pack got knocked over so I was putting the things that had fallen out back into your pack, and I noticed this little bag, and I...I..” “Thought you’d snoop,” Hunter finished for her. “Well, um...I guess you could say that,” Carrie admitted, “But I didn’t mean to. I mean, I did, but I just, I had never seen something like it before, and I wanted to know what was in it. I’m sorry. I should have asked first.” Hunter stood in silence, but he nodded, as if accepting her apology and explanation for the sequence of events that had led them here. Carrie quickly did up the bag and handed it to Hunter, who accepted it quickly and slipped it into one of his many pockets. “Why do you have so many lucky charms?” Carrie asked, “I mean, how many lucky charms does a person need? Isn’t one enough?” She should stop talking, but even though her mind knew that, she couldn’t get her mouth to recognize it. “Well, when you’re me, and you do what I do, you need all the lucky charms you can get,” Hunter said. “I never would have taken you for a rabbit foot kind of guy. A pink one no less.” “My sister took Chileana to where she grew up, Chileana found it in Saralee’s room and Saralee let Chileana take it.” “And Chileana gave it to you, to keep you safe,” Carrie finished. “Something like that.” Carrie smiled. She had seen Hunter with Chileana. That little girl had Hunter wrapped around her little finger. If Chileana had asked him to get her the moon, he’d find someway to do so. It wasn’t any wonder that if Chileana had given him the rabbit’s foot to keep him safe, he would carry it around with him. “She’s a lucky little girl,” Carrie finally said. Hunter nodded, “Everyone loves her parents, which means the whole village dotes on her.” “Especially a certain Unther,” Carrie smiled, using the nickname she had overheard Chileana using. He glanced at her in surprise. No one but Chilly called him Unther. He didn’t go in for nicknames much, except for Chilly, and occasionally Cara. Oddly, however, it didn’t bother him like it usually did. “Her parents are good friends of mine,” Hunter explained, “I just help them out.” Carrie nodded, but didn’t really believe him. After all, Aelime was his nephew, who’s father was an even better friend than Carl, and Hunter didn’t dote nearly as much on Aelime as he did on Chileana. There was a special place in Hunter’s heart for that little girl. Prompt: Hold him gently in your hands. He has been cracked enough as it is, and his heart is more shattered than he lets on.
"Hold him gently," Jesse said as she placed a cup of tea in front of Carrie, "He has been cracked enough as it is." Jesse had had a first hand view of all the pain and suffering Hunter had experienced. She knew him better than anyone, and loved him fiercely. "His heart is more shattered than he lets on," Jesse continued. If anyone hurt him any more, they would have to deal with Jesse. Prompt: What did you do?
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