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[July 22] [Alien vs. Predator] Unfairly Lucky
Title: Unfairly Lucky
Day/Theme: 22: Vouching for a stranger
Series: AVP
Character/Pairing: Lex, Scar, Elder Preds
Rating: PG
The cold was finally starting to seep through the adrenaline. How long had the struggle been? It seemed like ages. She could hardly remember anything before the dark and the shifting stone, and the shiny, spit-slick teeth. The constant fear and the almost-constant battle for their lives had kept her blood too hot and frantic through her body to let the cold in. But now, it was over.
The queen was dead, her drones her dead, the whole team was dead, and surprisingly the most painful, Scar was dead. Lex clutched at her arms and tried not to tremble. She shouldn’t mind so much. It was his own fault, his kinds’ fault anyway. They had started this, they had set it in motion, and he himself would’ve gladly killed her if she hadn’t shown her mettle early on. Still, it was the final injustice on this whole nightmare that he had fought so hard and died anyway. Not that any of it was fair. She had fought hard too. There was no guarantee that she would live. Even if the cold didn’t kill her, his kind might.
They were here. She could hear them clicking and trilling softly to each other. A few sets of red lasers played over her body. The wind felt like it would cut her in two, even as one of the approaching warriors held up a spear. Would they kill her? Why wouldn’t they? They didn’t seem surprised to see one of their own lying there dead. Did they know what had happened? She hoped they had seen Scar fight the queen, for his memory’s sake. So they’d know and be proud of him.
The cold had bitten in deep now. She was shaking in spite of herself and saw the clawed hand shift on the spear, bringing it around for a quick stab. The largest warrior there clicked and made a gesture. All the others looked at it. The one with the spear stood down. The red lights faded. Maybe it wanted to kill her itself.
But it didn’t. As Scar’s body was carried away, Lex resisted the urge to touch it as it went past. Just to be sure, she told herself. It still didn’t feel possible that he could die. He was so much bigger and stronger and better at killing things than her, it wasn’t fair that someone as small and weak as she was had lived and he hadn’t. She looked back at the other warrior. It had been so careful not to look at Scar’s body that she suddenly wondered if it had known or cared about him. Maybe it was a friend or relative of his. Maybe it was even one of his parents.
What would it think of her, standing there, exhausted and twitching from the cold, half the size of the fallen warrior, but daring to wear his mark? She had no idea, but it held out a weapon to her and she took it numbly. She almost expected to have to fight it in a duel, but it murmured to her, and then turned away.
She had survived again, and the unlikely relief made her shake even harder. Fight’s not over, whispered the awakened voice of the warrior in her own soul. Get inside, get warm, get home. Luck doesn’t last, and she had already been very, very lucky throughout all this. To be the only survivor of the Hell under ice she had just escaped, to have met the one warrior who accepted an alliance, to have been able to dispatch the queen with his help, and now to be spoken for by an unknown monster.
Logic said it should destroy her, wipe out all traces of what had happened. She almost laughed as their ship left. Logic had as little to do with any of this as fairness had.
Day/Theme: 22: Vouching for a stranger
Series: AVP
Character/Pairing: Lex, Scar, Elder Preds
Rating: PG
The cold was finally starting to seep through the adrenaline. How long had the struggle been? It seemed like ages. She could hardly remember anything before the dark and the shifting stone, and the shiny, spit-slick teeth. The constant fear and the almost-constant battle for their lives had kept her blood too hot and frantic through her body to let the cold in. But now, it was over.
The queen was dead, her drones her dead, the whole team was dead, and surprisingly the most painful, Scar was dead. Lex clutched at her arms and tried not to tremble. She shouldn’t mind so much. It was his own fault, his kinds’ fault anyway. They had started this, they had set it in motion, and he himself would’ve gladly killed her if she hadn’t shown her mettle early on. Still, it was the final injustice on this whole nightmare that he had fought so hard and died anyway. Not that any of it was fair. She had fought hard too. There was no guarantee that she would live. Even if the cold didn’t kill her, his kind might.
They were here. She could hear them clicking and trilling softly to each other. A few sets of red lasers played over her body. The wind felt like it would cut her in two, even as one of the approaching warriors held up a spear. Would they kill her? Why wouldn’t they? They didn’t seem surprised to see one of their own lying there dead. Did they know what had happened? She hoped they had seen Scar fight the queen, for his memory’s sake. So they’d know and be proud of him.
The cold had bitten in deep now. She was shaking in spite of herself and saw the clawed hand shift on the spear, bringing it around for a quick stab. The largest warrior there clicked and made a gesture. All the others looked at it. The one with the spear stood down. The red lights faded. Maybe it wanted to kill her itself.
But it didn’t. As Scar’s body was carried away, Lex resisted the urge to touch it as it went past. Just to be sure, she told herself. It still didn’t feel possible that he could die. He was so much bigger and stronger and better at killing things than her, it wasn’t fair that someone as small and weak as she was had lived and he hadn’t. She looked back at the other warrior. It had been so careful not to look at Scar’s body that she suddenly wondered if it had known or cared about him. Maybe it was a friend or relative of his. Maybe it was even one of his parents.
What would it think of her, standing there, exhausted and twitching from the cold, half the size of the fallen warrior, but daring to wear his mark? She had no idea, but it held out a weapon to her and she took it numbly. She almost expected to have to fight it in a duel, but it murmured to her, and then turned away.
She had survived again, and the unlikely relief made her shake even harder. Fight’s not over, whispered the awakened voice of the warrior in her own soul. Get inside, get warm, get home. Luck doesn’t last, and she had already been very, very lucky throughout all this. To be the only survivor of the Hell under ice she had just escaped, to have met the one warrior who accepted an alliance, to have been able to dispatch the queen with his help, and now to be spoken for by an unknown monster.
Logic said it should destroy her, wipe out all traces of what had happened. She almost laughed as their ship left. Logic had as little to do with any of this as fairness had.