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rvTitle: Burn Paradise
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None?
Words: 582
Series: Serve No God [original]
Pairings/Characters: Dimitri Rejkavich & Ariel Phillips
“Dimitri! Dimitri!” Ariel screeched, her lungs burning as she ran across the bridge from one compartment to another. The soles of her boots were worn from the excess work, her hair a mess of sweaty strands that stuck to her cheeks. When she finally reached him, she tackled him, throwing her arms around him, squeezing until she hoped with all her heart that he couldn’t breathe.
While she steadied herself against him, Dimitri maneuvered himself to keep his balance. He was nearly a foot taller than her, and found himself surprised that she had managed to wrap herself around him. He didn’t speak, for once without a word to say. The flames were lighting up the hallway, the glass window being their only protection from the destruction outside.
Ariel, once stabilized, pushed herself off of him, breathing heavily. “You…you--! How could you?!” she screamed, finding just enough oxygen to power her vocal chords.
He had been expecting this. Glancing at the explosions going off in the night, he wasn’t sure if the satisfaction he felt was real or forced based on successful obligation. “How could I…?” he prompted teasingly.
“You know what you did! You planned all this, didn’t you?” she accused, grappling for her shirt as if it would still her racing heart. “Cristoph’s arm, Clarissa’s promotion, Eric’s—!” She choked up on the name. Gasping for an extra chance to breathe, she sobbed, “Eric…”
Dimitri rolled his eyes. Taking the chance when her guard was down, he shoved her against the steel wall, thinking nothing of it when her head bounced back against the surface. Before Ariel could process what was happening or that her glasses had fallen down her nose, Dimitri held up a syringe to her neck. What she could assume was that it was full of poison; what she couldn’t see was that it was full of nothing but air.
“You forgot all the steps in between.” he taunted, pressing his body against hers to keep her pinned to the wall. Ariel squirmed, feebly clawing at his wrists. “Though, the fact that you’re involved is annoying. A plane mechanic interfering with my plans…it’s bothersome. I’m trying to burn paradise and here you come along…”
Ariel gulped when the point of the syringe’s needle was pressed against her flesh.
“I didn’t want you involved. So unless you want a…well, that would be a rather large air bubble in your bloodstream, wouldn’t it?”
She hated how calmly he had said that. “You wouldn’t…”
“Don’t test how far I’ll go this late in the game.”
They stood in silence, save for the labored breathing of Ariel’s exhausted respiratory system. Dimitri was glancing over his shoulder every once in a while, which brought a small amount of amusement to Ariel. However, she couldn’t say too much on being distracted; her body was telling her to give up and rest, but her mind was forcing the continued consciousness.
Suddenly, Dimitri pierced her skin with the needle, but didn’t inject the air. “I’m taking your gun. If you follow me, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”
“Running out of options?”
Dimitri smirked, catching Ariel off guard. He removed the gun from her hip, and his body from hers. “Time. You’ve delayed me. I have plenty of options, but this place is going to blow in about five minutes.”
He extracted the syringe from her neck, stuffing it into his coat pocket. As he cocked the gun, Ariel gaped at him.
“Good luck, slowpoke.”
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None?
Words: 582
Series: Serve No God [original]
Pairings/Characters: Dimitri Rejkavich & Ariel Phillips
“Dimitri! Dimitri!” Ariel screeched, her lungs burning as she ran across the bridge from one compartment to another. The soles of her boots were worn from the excess work, her hair a mess of sweaty strands that stuck to her cheeks. When she finally reached him, she tackled him, throwing her arms around him, squeezing until she hoped with all her heart that he couldn’t breathe.
While she steadied herself against him, Dimitri maneuvered himself to keep his balance. He was nearly a foot taller than her, and found himself surprised that she had managed to wrap herself around him. He didn’t speak, for once without a word to say. The flames were lighting up the hallway, the glass window being their only protection from the destruction outside.
Ariel, once stabilized, pushed herself off of him, breathing heavily. “You…you--! How could you?!” she screamed, finding just enough oxygen to power her vocal chords.
He had been expecting this. Glancing at the explosions going off in the night, he wasn’t sure if the satisfaction he felt was real or forced based on successful obligation. “How could I…?” he prompted teasingly.
“You know what you did! You planned all this, didn’t you?” she accused, grappling for her shirt as if it would still her racing heart. “Cristoph’s arm, Clarissa’s promotion, Eric’s—!” She choked up on the name. Gasping for an extra chance to breathe, she sobbed, “Eric…”
Dimitri rolled his eyes. Taking the chance when her guard was down, he shoved her against the steel wall, thinking nothing of it when her head bounced back against the surface. Before Ariel could process what was happening or that her glasses had fallen down her nose, Dimitri held up a syringe to her neck. What she could assume was that it was full of poison; what she couldn’t see was that it was full of nothing but air.
“You forgot all the steps in between.” he taunted, pressing his body against hers to keep her pinned to the wall. Ariel squirmed, feebly clawing at his wrists. “Though, the fact that you’re involved is annoying. A plane mechanic interfering with my plans…it’s bothersome. I’m trying to burn paradise and here you come along…”
Ariel gulped when the point of the syringe’s needle was pressed against her flesh.
“I didn’t want you involved. So unless you want a…well, that would be a rather large air bubble in your bloodstream, wouldn’t it?”
She hated how calmly he had said that. “You wouldn’t…”
“Don’t test how far I’ll go this late in the game.”
They stood in silence, save for the labored breathing of Ariel’s exhausted respiratory system. Dimitri was glancing over his shoulder every once in a while, which brought a small amount of amusement to Ariel. However, she couldn’t say too much on being distracted; her body was telling her to give up and rest, but her mind was forcing the continued consciousness.
Suddenly, Dimitri pierced her skin with the needle, but didn’t inject the air. “I’m taking your gun. If you follow me, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”
“Running out of options?”
Dimitri smirked, catching Ariel off guard. He removed the gun from her hip, and his body from hers. “Time. You’ve delayed me. I have plenty of options, but this place is going to blow in about five minutes.”
He extracted the syringe from her neck, stuffing it into his coat pocket. As he cocked the gun, Ariel gaped at him.
“Good luck, slowpoke.”
