Prompt 239 - Quid pro quo - guardian_erin
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tamingthemuseTitle: Untitled
Rating: PG
Fandom: After the Fall
Characters: Spike, Illyria
Summary:
It's not big enough to put as a next chapter. This is really just a sacrifice to the weekly muse. *crawls into bed*
Spike shuddered slightly when he saw that the world outside was lit in sunlight. Illyria walked on ahead of him while he tested the edges of light with a bare hand, sighing in relief when the light did not burn him. It appeared that the two suns in the sky were demonic ones – just like Los Angeles when they last left it. Illyria stood in the middle of the street, feet planted and fists clenched as she stared off at nothing, her head cocked.
"Home sweet hell, huh pet?"
"This isn't the same world we left," Illyria stated. "It's quieter."
It was quieter, Spike realized. No roaring demons, no screams of terror, no usual fights in the street or nests of squalling creatures. Usually silence only came before something big and nasty rolled through. He stilled himself, listening intently and heard quiet noises in the distance, like talking.
"Stay close," Spike said to Illyria. Their boots crunched on the debris-littered pavement, seemingly the loudest noise to be heard. Before hell came to earth, this city should have been grid-locked with traffic and flooded with pedestrians. Cluttered, noisy, alive, thriving. Now it was half demolished, and the utter lack of life made him wonder if the humans managed to get away or if somewhere there was a mass grave shaped like a throne.
They passed through several streets, slowly approaching the source of the only other noises to be heard, and then finally met with an elaborate barricade. A wall of metal scraps, wood, piping, and barbed wire blocked their route, rising about eight feet into the air. It looked foreboding, but there was nothing else around that showed a sign of life.
"Let's go around," Spike suggested, but around the other side of the building there was another blocked passage, and then another, and so on.
"Whatever's alive around here, it's in there," Spike said, gesturing to a wall of barbed wire. "It looks like they've managed to secure a whole block of buildings, and they've got every entrance sealed up pretty tight. There must have been something scary out here."
Illyria's eyes flickered around the desolate streets and buildings. "I have not sensed anything more than a sewer rat all this time."
"Danger could be long gone," Spike considered. "Or it's just gone for now. Can you make a way in, Blue? Gently."
Illyria cast him a curious look, and then pulled apart a blockade of barb wire and razor-sharp metal scraps, neither of which left so much as an indent on her armored skin.
"Thanks, love." Spike peered into the gap, relieved to find a narrow passageway of sorts stretching into the alleyway. He squeezed inside, hissing in pain when one of the various sharp edges sliced into his arm. It was annoying that Illyria could follow without so much as flinching.
"Close it up and stay close to me," Spike said to Illyria.
"Where are we going?" she asked, hesitantly pulling the mess of metal back into place.
"Inside."
Rating: PG
Fandom: After the Fall
Characters: Spike, Illyria
Summary:
It's not big enough to put as a next chapter. This is really just a sacrifice to the weekly muse. *crawls into bed*
Spike shuddered slightly when he saw that the world outside was lit in sunlight. Illyria walked on ahead of him while he tested the edges of light with a bare hand, sighing in relief when the light did not burn him. It appeared that the two suns in the sky were demonic ones – just like Los Angeles when they last left it. Illyria stood in the middle of the street, feet planted and fists clenched as she stared off at nothing, her head cocked.
"Home sweet hell, huh pet?"
"This isn't the same world we left," Illyria stated. "It's quieter."
It was quieter, Spike realized. No roaring demons, no screams of terror, no usual fights in the street or nests of squalling creatures. Usually silence only came before something big and nasty rolled through. He stilled himself, listening intently and heard quiet noises in the distance, like talking.
"Stay close," Spike said to Illyria. Their boots crunched on the debris-littered pavement, seemingly the loudest noise to be heard. Before hell came to earth, this city should have been grid-locked with traffic and flooded with pedestrians. Cluttered, noisy, alive, thriving. Now it was half demolished, and the utter lack of life made him wonder if the humans managed to get away or if somewhere there was a mass grave shaped like a throne.
They passed through several streets, slowly approaching the source of the only other noises to be heard, and then finally met with an elaborate barricade. A wall of metal scraps, wood, piping, and barbed wire blocked their route, rising about eight feet into the air. It looked foreboding, but there was nothing else around that showed a sign of life.
"Let's go around," Spike suggested, but around the other side of the building there was another blocked passage, and then another, and so on.
"Whatever's alive around here, it's in there," Spike said, gesturing to a wall of barbed wire. "It looks like they've managed to secure a whole block of buildings, and they've got every entrance sealed up pretty tight. There must have been something scary out here."
Illyria's eyes flickered around the desolate streets and buildings. "I have not sensed anything more than a sewer rat all this time."
"Danger could be long gone," Spike considered. "Or it's just gone for now. Can you make a way in, Blue? Gently."
Illyria cast him a curious look, and then pulled apart a blockade of barb wire and razor-sharp metal scraps, neither of which left so much as an indent on her armored skin.
"Thanks, love." Spike peered into the gap, relieved to find a narrow passageway of sorts stretching into the alleyway. He squeezed inside, hissing in pain when one of the various sharp edges sliced into his arm. It was annoying that Illyria could follow without so much as flinching.
"Close it up and stay close to me," Spike said to Illyria.
"Where are we going?" she asked, hesitantly pulling the mess of metal back into place.
"Inside."
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Date: 2011-02-20 03:36 pm (UTC)