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Saturday, December 12, 2015

Serial Story Saturday

Unexpected Adventure, Part Eleven

The cyborg returned, holding a trussed and grumpy-looking Cloudwillow by the scruff of her neck. She snorted. “Peter? That’s not a very scary name.”
Regis shifted his position so he could at least cause some harm before he died. “Is that supposed to mean something?”
“You don’t remember leaving me, bloody and cold? In the mercy of the merciless?!” The man whipped off his cowl. A scar covered more than half of his face. Gashed pockets covered the rest. Dark red eyes narrowed.
Regis frowned. “I still don’t know who you are.”
Peter clenched his fists. “Really?!” He sheathed his weapons, and ran his hands through his hair. The sandy blond locks stuck every which way. “And, in case you still don’t remember…” He went up to Regis and hissed in his ear. “I’m your brother.”
Cloudwillow made a strangled noise. “Nuh-uh!”
Regis sucked in his breath. “What?”
“Yes. Me. The dramatic reveal is over, so…” Peter replaced his cowl, and his voice once again became cold and grating. “…now for the death blow. Darius.”
The cyborg marched up, still carting Cloudwillow.
Peter held Cloudwillow’s head and turned it from side to side. “Do you care for this imp?”
Regis didn’t like the direction this was heading. Hoping to deter it, he said, “No.”
“Neither do I.” Peter whipped out his disks. “So there will be no mourning when we dispose of her.”
Cloudwillow smiled sweetly. “I don’t think so. Oh, and did you know that this is a cliché tactic? Threatening the hero’s girl companion?”
Peter scoffed. “He’s no hero.”
“Not yet. But someone’s going to show him how to be one.”
Peter scraped Cloudwillow’s chin. A line of blood started dripping to the floor. “Who can possibly—”

A high, clear, bellowing voice echoed from the tunnels stretching away from the cave. “UNHAND MY DAUGHTER!”

2 comments:

  1. Ooooooh! YES. Cloudwillow's dad. This'll be good.
    Also, Cloudwillow is quite genre-savvy . . . I approve.

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    1. Yes, I do believe it will be good. Even better since my little sister threw a poofy idea bunny at me. :P

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