2 Works by Solar_Spectre
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He gasps, covering his mouth as dirt fills the air, obscuring his view. People start pouring out of their own homes, shouts of concern and fear breaking the still morning atmosphere. As the dust clears, a pit miles deep forms in his stomach, rapidly followed by a cold, sharp feeling in his throat.
The building left nothing but ruin is a steady brick apartment building with flowers outside. The same one he'd left not thirty minutes earlier. The same one his team is still inside of.
No.
No.
Not them too.
Or: what if Atlas actually believed it when he said that the other Horsemen are dead?
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One of the computers lights up.
There's Beetle's face.
Not Right-Now Beetles face. Beetle Post-Alien. Messy Beetle. Puffy eyed Beetle. Bloody, dirty, scraped and scratched and struggling Beetle.
Everyone looks at them.
Oh.
Oh.
This is their trial. This is xeir room. That means-
There's a scrape of a long, black, inky tail that echoes faintly through the ship (its not the real ship, logically Beetle knows this but its the ship he's on the ship again he cant escape he needs to escape he needs to protect everyone ).
"We need to hide." Beetle's voice cracks. "Now."
Or
Nearly four thousand words of Beetle suffering.