Hey
Right, I'm going to Polland, so just a quick oneshot to pass the time, this is about Molly lost her legs, well my version anyway
Please leave criticisms!
Will help me get better after all
Also quick note, The First post is actually just going to be a teaser, as it was too jumpy and left alot of questions that can't be easily answered, The actual first part, which is hopefully a lot better and well thought out should be up as soon as i get back, as i already have it planned out
. anyway here you go!
Oneshot
Maybe today wasn’t the best of days to play soccer, the rain drenching my clothes and freezing my hands would certainly suggest so, but when Aiako appeared at my doorstep dry and chirpy I just couldn’t say no. I should have brought an umbrella, that’s what any ordinary person would do when they saw a sky ready to open up and swallow the world. Ordinary is boring though, Was Einstein ordinary? What about the Wright brothers? Innovation comes from the extraordinary, that’s what imagination is right?
Where was I? Oh yeah, completely soaked in the middle of an empty field, my only companions a overactive girl and a soccer ball held tightly under my arm.
“Oh common cheer up, you look like someone just killed your cat!” She’s been watching me intently the whole time we’ve been here, only now deciding to start a conversation, and what a way to start one, if I had a cat I’d be offended.
I lift my left arm, my right one still holding tightly to the ball, causing the sleeve to droop down, the fabric bursting with heavy water running down the trim of my arm and dripping out the cuff of my sleeves.
Aiako stares at the waterfall display, watching every small trickle of water plummet to its doom, before looking up her eyes wide in wonderment.
“Woah...that was like....that was...just...beautiful,” her eyes sparkling as though uttering the word itself is a sacred act. The bewildered expression only lasts a moment though, her signature grin spreading from ear to ear.
“Still! You love the rain! I’ve seen the way you gaze out the window in class when it pouring down!” The grin grows wider with each word clearly proud of her revelation.
She has a point though, I love the rain. The way it beats against the window in its own rhythm is both soothing and exhilarating. In my Grandmother’s last days she would sit by the window just looking out in to the rain.
Isn’t everything rain at some point? Or is that clouds?
“You’ve got me there,” I mutter barely audible over the torrential downpour, rolling the ball past her feet and down the small hill of the field.
“Urgh come on!” Her voice quieter and quieter as she’s swallowed up by the falling rain.
As her figure disappears down the gentle incline, I can make out the battered metal fencing at the edge of the countryside, torn and weathered, hiding the single piece of industrialism of the ground. Two rusted goal posts stand alone in the field below, surrounded by dense woodland and unkempt grass, now sodden from the violent shower. Mist tugs at the edges of my vision, isolating the field from the rest of the world.
Making huge motions with her arms, Aiako beckons me to join her, but from here I can’t hear her no doubt smart-ass comments! Do I want to give that up?
Seeing her drop the ball and mockingly shake her fist at me is all the persuasion I need. Slipping down the hill as gracefully as an elephant and tripping twice gives rise to the most booming laugh of all time, potentially even making the rain wince at the sheer volume of it.
Giving me no time to prepare, she pelts the ball straight past me and towards the goal.
“Not...this...time, “My shouting mostly drowned out by the rain and my heavy breathing.
My prey rolls towards the goal, unaware of its impending fate.
I am the great hunter Molly of the Kapur family, you will not live!
“gotcha!” I triumphantly roar, slamming my foot down into the grass ahead of the ball, the studs of my boots digging into the water-logged ground.
The ball hits my foot with a soft thud, stopping abruptly, only to be sent to its grave at the opposite goal post.
Aiako can do nothing but watch in terror as the ball whizzes past her into the soft net of the goal.
Her face goes from shock to determination in an instant.
I can’t wait to wipe that smirk of your face.
Her futile attempts are met with crushing defeats and harsh tackles, the thrill of the sport invigorating my hunter blood. The beating downpour begins to intensify until the trees in the distance are completely engulfed and almost invisible. With a final kick I send the ball flying through the air over the goal and towards the rusted metal fencing.
“I can barely see my hands Molls, let’s call it a day yeah?”
“Wimp,” She pulls a look of mock offence, before crossing her arms over chest and wiggling her finger at me.
“Just for that young lady, you’re getting the ball!”
I don’t even bother groaning in protest, knowing the futility of defiance. I humbly accept my duty and jog over to the fence, every footstep squelching in the swampy ground. The cut in the barrier marked by flattened grass, traces a path for me to follow. I scramble through the small grove under the chain-link fence, mud and water gripping at my soccer kit, freezing me to the bones.
The pouring rain thunders around me, making only a minuscule amount of the neglected track view-able. Two metal lines disappear into infinity behind the driving storm, Crossed by wooden planks, rotted at the ends. The rail the only thing between me and the ball, I look both ways, at nothingness, and step onto the track.
My studs firmly clip on each side of the metal bar, before taking another successful step forward.
“fu-“ The word barely escapes my mouth before I slam into the ground with a shockingly loud thump.
The nails of the wooden plank tear into my socks and my legs , drawing a small river of red. My ankle throbs in pain, twisted at an ungodly angle.
My cries of agony are battered by the storm, and the distant sound of an engine wriggles into my ear.
I tilt my head along the track, and all my fears are confirmed.
Light pierces through the crushing rain, Moving ever closer towards me.
Tears wrap my eyes, my screams completely devoured by the now roaring sound of the engine. Using a last burst of strength, I pull my body as much of the track as I can before the pain envelops me and I collapse to the icy grass, my legs still frozen to the track.
I fall into deaths cold embrace and spiral into the darkness, blissfully dreaming as my legs are flattened like pancakes.
Reading through it though, it does feel like there should be deeper explanation of where THERE is and what it is 