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This Time You Can't Follow

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I've been dieing to write/create out this scene for a while now, and I think I did fairly well with it, though the hair still aggravates me to no end. >_<

Anyway, this is Drake, the Tiger experiment, after being knocked unconscious and then waking up with his hands tied and Storm Ryder, the Harpy eagle experiment/leader of them all, watching over him.

It seems a little suspicious, and it is, because its her final good bye. ^^

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"This time, you can't follow me," Storm said sadly, looking in to his eyes.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he demanded, pulling at the ropes on his arms. Damn, she had tied him up perfectly. There would be no escape, at least not until he managed to tear the knots with brute strength, and that could take hours.

He didn't have hours. He could sense something was off in her, all day long. She looked like a brooding child. And that was the one thing about Storm you could always rely on- she never thought too long about anything because she didn't need to. Whatever was on her mind was definitely serious.

She took a deep breath and shut her eyes, grounding herself before she gave him a response. "You're my second in command," she said simply, as if that answered everything.

"So what? Drake demanded angrily, trying to think about what she was getting at. "That means nothing."

"It does now," she answered gently, putting her hand on his cheek gently. Her skin was too warm. "There's about to be a new vacancy, and you'll need to fill it."

Drake froze for a few seconds while the weight of that statement fully hit him. "Storm, don't you dare!" he roared. She was going off to die. She knew it. And somehow, she wanted to go and face death anyway.

"It's not your choice to make, Commander," Ryder explained calmly, standing up. She sighed and took another deep breath. "By the time anyone realizes I'm gone, which they won't because I know how to disable every damn security and defense measure in this building, I'll be long gone. And you, Drake, aren't in any position to follow me, seeing as you're tied up at the moment in a sound proof room. It's the perfect crime."

"No," he said, horrified at the truth. She was honestly going to do this. "You can't.... Storm, please...."

She smiled sadly as she headed toward the door. "I'm sorry, Drake. I knew I said I'd always be there with you, but unfortunately, I have to go somewhere that I can't ever let you follow me to."

"I love you!" he roared as she pulled the door open.

Storm didn't turn around, but her shoulders tensed and she shook a little. "And I love you. That's why I'm doing this. Hate me all you want after you've received the intel that I'm dead from the enemies' communications, but Drake, I refuse to see you get hurt one more time. Tell the others I hated leaving like some sort of criminal."

"Ryder..."

"And seriously, don't follow me. I doubt there's going to be enough to piece either me or that bastard together bodies for a funeral, at least if I have my way."




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tricklesky's avatar
Nicely done and a fun read.