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PROMPT: TEAM OC MOON
Date: 2024-07-17 04:50 am (UTC)FILL: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-07-19 09:54 pm (UTC)warnings: death, violence, blood. cinder fall kills a man
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Winter raises her sword, mouth pressed into a hard line. Up on the elevator, Ironwood’s gun is still up, aimed directly at her — and that’s the thing, she thinks; he won’t hesitate to shoot her from up here, he won’t give her a fair fight. The most she can do is keep him away from the kids, because he won’t give them a fair fight either.
Fuck, it’s always the most she can do. It’s always the same, isn’t it? Leave and let Ironwood take that gun into the gate; leave and let her father sink his claws into Weiss and Whitley, leave and leave and leave —
The elevator docks at the bottom of the cavern. Ironwood steps off, towards her, she thinks this is it, I’m not surviving this, and then a spear of fire burns straight through his chest.
He screams, she thinks. Or maybe Winter is screaming; maybe both of them are. She staggers back as he lurches forwards, staggers out of his grip as he reaches for her — he’s walking towards her, blood leaking from his mouth, clutching at his chest, gun forgotten —
A second spear of fire shoots through his neck, sends him toppling forward. Winter catches a glimpse of his eyes going wide with shock, then blank.
“You’re welcome,” a voice says, and Winter discovers that she’s fallen to her knees when a hand tilts up her chin. Cinder Fall locks eyes with her and hums, “Consider the debt repaid.”
Her mouth works; she searches for words and comes up empty. The only thing that surfaces is, “Why?” and again, “Why?”
Cinder smirks down at her, flame licking from her eyes. “For the Academy.”
“The Academy — the —”
“We owe each other nothing,” she says, stepping away. “Not anymore.” She tilts her chin down, looking past Ironwood’s body and the blood pooling on the ground underneath him. “A life for a life.”
“A —” Winter feels for her swords, gasping for air. The world seems very far away all of a sudden. “A — you killed him because — because I was seventeen once? You —”
“A life for a life,” Cinder repeats, eyes narrowing. “Run before I change my mind.”