the escaped logician (cadence) wrote in ironman7, @ 2007-08-24 23:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | cadence, fullmetal alchemist, week 1: prompt 2 |
Fullmetal Alchemist (Martel) [week 1 - prompt 2]
Title: Stone Cold
Author: Cadence
Rating: R
Warnings: creepiness, referenced death
Word Count: 300
Summary: They would never have been the ones she sought out.
“Still alive, Martel?” came the gruff grunt from the corner. She couldn’t remember anymore if Law’s voice had always been that deep. That sort of thing wasn’t much, comparatively.
“Like hell I’m dying before Dorochet over there,” she said, and Dorochet proved that he wasn’t as asleep as he appeared by snorting lightly into the floor.
She hadn’t been terribly close to them, before. Amiable, of course; they all knew that all of them were ridiculously good at what they did, and they got along fairly easily because of that. But they would never have been the ones she sought out to talk to when the war got to her, the ones she almost called friends.
She couldn’t call those people friends now, of course. They were gone. You couldn’t call someone a friend who you had last seen twisted and screaming, bones growing at strange angles, or utterly silent for days, oily scales spreading like a rash across their skin. It would only hurt worse if you tried, hurt worse than the cold of the stone cell seeping deeper into her bones than it should be able to go, lancing her veins with ice.
So she built her bonds where she could, and that meant Law and Dorochet. She was beginning to doubt if there were any others left. Their last cellmate had been taken away days ago, his body normal except for a tuft of hair at his spine and the fact that he was stone dead. She hadn’t heard sounds from the other rooms lately, either, not even screams.
They were alive, though. In the war that hadn’t been enough, but here it was everything.
Dorochet sat up. Martel ignored the way his movements weren’t quite right, and the liquid way the shiver slid down her spine.