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Feb. 3rd, 2021 05:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Challenge #11
In your own space, create a fanwork. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
How about the start of some Old Guard that I'm not sure if I'm going to write or not?
One hundred years is a long time, depending on one's perspective, so Booker feels he can spend the first year or two wallowing in guilt and alcohol. Turns out that probably wasn't his best idea, not that he's had many flashes of brilliance lately. He's off his game, doesn't even notice there's someone in his apartment until the woman greets him.
He knows who she is. She's been in his dreams and in his head for more than two centuries now.
He doesn't give her what she wants, not when she tries to talk to him like they're on the same side - like they've both been betrayed, let down, discarded by the others - and not when she starts threatening. The people she's working for are another group along the lines of Merrick, too much money and not enough scruples, and eventually they decide they'll take what they can get and haul Booker in.
He doesn't see Quynh again.
Booker has no idea how long he's been here, wherever here is. Even at the beginning, in the lab, there were no windows, no discernable rhyme or reason to the schedule of the white coats or gun toters who came and went. They don't really need the guns; Booker's not going to run. He's accepted this situation as penance or punishment for his past. He'll stay here and be their guinea pig but he's not giving up the others.
He hasn't been able to get warm since they tested how his body reacted to hypothermia. It's probably just in his head, because he's died multiple times since then, but he still feels the cold in his bones. The room he's locked in now is bare, as far as he can tell. It's also solid dark and silent. He doesn't know if they're trying to starve him to death this time or just see how long it takes him to go stark raving mad.
He's not expecting it when the door slams open, flooding the room with too bright light and the sounds of fighting. Even with the back-lighting, even with his eyes struggling to adjust, Booker recognizes the shadow of the person standing in the doorway.
You're not supposed to be here, he thinks desperately. He can't say it out loud, though; all he manages is a cross between a wheeze and a croak.
"Got him."
Booker reflexively flinches away when Joe reaches to help him up.
Joe crouches down in front of him. "Hey, Book, it's just me."
"Joe! We need to move!" Nicky.
Booker doesn't know what kind of time limit they're working with, if they're worried about reinforcements or if one of them has already set some charges to blow this lab once they're clear of it, but he also doesn't know why - how - they're here. It's a lot to process.
Obviously Joe isn’t feeling patient because he just scoops Booker up. Nicky falls in beside them as they work their way through the corridors.
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Date: 2021-02-04 10:03 am (UTC)Thank you for sharing :)
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Date: 2021-02-05 05:13 am (UTC)