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vivienTitle: The Sound of her Wings
Fandoms: Neverwhere/Sandman
Characters/Pairings: Arch, Death
Prompt: #30 Death
Word Count: 416
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't lay claim to any character or book, I just borrow occasionally
Arch had tried.
He'd tried so hard to stop the two strangers.
How did they get in? How could they possibly have gotten in?
He'd fought them, there by the pool, with whatever he could grab and throw or swing. They'd deflected everything and the short one had never stopped talking. Not even when the dagger had plunged into Arch’s chest.
The pain was intense. Arch had never known such a thing. He'd stared in shock at the smiling, mocking man, and then the dagger was thrust again, into his groin this time.
The water had enveloped him. He hadn't remembered falling.
Arch swam to the side of the pool, pulling himself up and out. He had to warn Father. Mother and Ingress, too, and Door might be back at any moment.
He stood, dripping, and when he turned to rush to the painting- How did they get in?, he saw her. She looked like a Velvet with her pale skin and black dress.
"Get out of my house," Arch yelled, striding toward the painting to his father's study. "I'm not afraid of you!"
He was fifteen, and he was actually very afraid. But the girl smiled, and Arch no longer felt as frightened.
"Good. I hate it when they're afraid of me," she grinned.
Arch was confused and worried for his family, but this girl wouldn't hurt him. He knew that just as he knew his own name. "Look, I have to go. Those men- they tried to- Father, I have to get to Father." He caught a glimpse of a dark shape in the water. It trailed diffuse red bands of... His opalescent eyes grew wide.
"I'm sorry, Arch," said the girl, reaching out her hand. "It's time to go."
"But my family," he gestured to the paintings on the wall feverishly. "I have to tell them."
Death shook her head. "No, Arch, there's only one thing you have to do now."
Arch stood stock still, staring at her. He was dead. He'd been murdered in his own home - the one place in the Underside he counted on as being safe. "I'm- I’m to walk under the Arch, then?"
"I don't know.”
“But I hadn’t- I never got to…” Arch pleaded. “Must I really go?”
The girl nodded her head, a sad smile on her face. “Yeah, you must. Take my hand. Please?"
Arch hesitated one more moment. But then he took her hand.
The pool room echoed with the sound of wings.
Fandoms: Neverwhere/Sandman
Characters/Pairings: Arch, Death
Prompt: #30 Death
Word Count: 416
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't lay claim to any character or book, I just borrow occasionally
Arch had tried.
He'd tried so hard to stop the two strangers.
How did they get in? How could they possibly have gotten in?
He'd fought them, there by the pool, with whatever he could grab and throw or swing. They'd deflected everything and the short one had never stopped talking. Not even when the dagger had plunged into Arch’s chest.
The pain was intense. Arch had never known such a thing. He'd stared in shock at the smiling, mocking man, and then the dagger was thrust again, into his groin this time.
The water had enveloped him. He hadn't remembered falling.
Arch swam to the side of the pool, pulling himself up and out. He had to warn Father. Mother and Ingress, too, and Door might be back at any moment.
He stood, dripping, and when he turned to rush to the painting- How did they get in?, he saw her. She looked like a Velvet with her pale skin and black dress.
"Get out of my house," Arch yelled, striding toward the painting to his father's study. "I'm not afraid of you!"
He was fifteen, and he was actually very afraid. But the girl smiled, and Arch no longer felt as frightened.
"Good. I hate it when they're afraid of me," she grinned.
Arch was confused and worried for his family, but this girl wouldn't hurt him. He knew that just as he knew his own name. "Look, I have to go. Those men- they tried to- Father, I have to get to Father." He caught a glimpse of a dark shape in the water. It trailed diffuse red bands of... His opalescent eyes grew wide.
"I'm sorry, Arch," said the girl, reaching out her hand. "It's time to go."
"But my family," he gestured to the paintings on the wall feverishly. "I have to tell them."
Death shook her head. "No, Arch, there's only one thing you have to do now."
Arch stood stock still, staring at her. He was dead. He'd been murdered in his own home - the one place in the Underside he counted on as being safe. "I'm- I’m to walk under the Arch, then?"
"I don't know.”
“But I hadn’t- I never got to…” Arch pleaded. “Must I really go?”
The girl nodded her head, a sad smile on her face. “Yeah, you must. Take my hand. Please?"
Arch hesitated one more moment. But then he took her hand.
The pool room echoed with the sound of wings.