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24 August 2009 @ 09:58 pm
049 Leaving it all Behind  
Title: Darkness Overwhelming
Fandom: Mystic Force
Pairing: N/A
Rating: 15
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary/Warnings: Somewhere, all wishes come true. Nick considers running.
Word Count: 422 / 52 682
Author's notes: My table is here.





049 Leaving it all Behind

Nick waited until the last few minutes of his watch duty before slipping away. He wasn’t sure if he was coming back, but he didn’t want the others to get caught; they’d been good to him, and Clare was still there.

It was getting dark and he had no trouble avoiding the few people on the streets. Koragg’s patrol gave him slightly more trouble, but he got past that too.

The field extended a little way into the forest on that side of the town, guarded by Hydiacs. Nick watched them for a few minutes, gauging their speed, before attacking.

Ten minutes later, bruised but victorious, he slipped off the path into the trees. The field was almost invisible here, and he picked up a branch and trailed it along the edge to keep track of it. The shower of sparks was brighter than he would have liked, but he wasn’t risking walking into the field.

He didn’t actually get lost this time—all he had to do was follow the field—but he had no idea where he was, or how to get to where he wanted to be. Occasionally he saw vague figures on the other side of the field, but too far away to catch their attention. Apparently they didn’t like the forest any better than he did.

Finally he came to a halt, staring longingly through the field. His bike was just visible on the other side, mud-spattered and leaf strewn but recognisably his.

“Nick?”

He spun, startled. “Vida. What are you doing here?”

“Saw you leave.” She slogged towards him. “Chip’s taking the watch. What are you doing?”

“I’m just…” He glanced back at the bike.

“Trying to leave?” Her voice was suddenly colder, and when he looked back at her she’d stopped, arms folded.

“No!” More quietly, he repeated, “No. I’m not trying to leave. I wanted to see if I could get my bike.”

“Why?”

“Cause it’s my bike,” he said in surprise. “Because…I wanted to know where it was.”

Vida let her arms drop, coming up beside him and eyeing the bike. “Leave anything important?” she asked, jerking her chin towards the pack.

Nick didn’t answer, staring at it for a minute more before turning away. “Let’s go back. Clare—the others’ll wonder where we are.”

“Nick,” Vida said softly. “Leave something important?”

“No. Couple of clothes. A blanket. Not important, but mine.

Vida nodded quietly. “Sorry.”

“Eh.” Nick shrugged, turning his back on it. “Might be around when this is over.”
 
 
 
angel_negra on December 7th, 2009 01:07 am (UTC)
I keep wanting to say 'aw' and 'poor character' a lot while reading this
Oh, Nick's blanket. Poor baby. I hope its still there when they finally get out.
Acting my shoe sizewild_force71 on December 7th, 2009 07:53 am (UTC)
Re: I keep wanting to say 'aw' and 'poor character' a lot while reading this
I hope it is too! I never actually specified. We can imgine it is, if it's survived that long already.
angel_negra on December 9th, 2009 02:14 am (UTC)
Re: I keep wanting to say 'aw' and 'poor character' a lot while reading this
Heh, yeah. I suspect that if anyone's near the barrier, they're more concerned with other things than a pretty red baby blanket.