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kittydesade) wrote2006-01-09 07:23 pm
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Title: How Now Brown Cow
Fandom: Kingdom Hospital
Characters: Antubis, Paul, Mary
Prompt: Brown
Word Count: 510
Rating: PG
Summary: Mary had a little lamb. But Paul didn't like him.
The Old Kingdom is black and white and shades of gray all over. Mary knows this because it’s always night, but she doesn’t know why.
Important things have color. Paul’s tank is green. Peter’s chalk is red. Her scars sometimes go angry pink when she’s scared or concentrating very hard. Everything else is faded and dusty and covered in years of people forgetting. It used to bother her, but it doesn’t anymore. She thinks it bothers Paul but he’d never admit to it if it did. He hates everyone now, including himself.
She didn’t mean to be down here. She’d taken a wrong turn in the new hospital and gotten lost talking to the Klingerman girl. Not talking with, she couldn’t talk after what the bad doctor in the New Kingdom did to her. But she was nice, and she was sweet, and Mary had gotten lost. Her footsteps echoed alone in the hallway, muffled by the dust. He didn’t come down here; he didn’t like it.
“Did Mary lose her little lamb?”
She turned to stare at the bad boy, Paul.
“I didn’t lose him.” Although she wondered where he was. “He doesn’t like it here.”
That was almost an accusation, if only of the sort a young girl might have made of her big brother. As if it was Paul’s fault that the anteater creature didn’t like it in the Old Kingdom.
“Gee.” Paul grinned. “Wonder why?”
He wasn’t showing his fangs yet but it was just a matter of Time. Mary started to back away. She had liked Paul better when he was alive, and less angry.
“I’m going to go upstairs, now,” she told him. “You’re in a bad mood.”
Paul snarled at that. He was always in a bad mood, but he got really surly when someone reminded him of it. Lips peeled back from black-stained fangs and he rushed at her, picked her up and turned her upside down.
“You ain’t seen nothing…”
Mary screamed.
A shape loomed out of the darkness as he ran down the hall, arms around her waist and legs kicking at his shoulders. He had to hold his head out of the way or her heel might have caught his cheek or nose. She didn’t want to hurt him but he scared her. And she wanted him to put her down.
Mary screamed.
A shape rose up and put itself directly in Paul’s running way and if it had been of a normal size he might just have tripped over it. Instead he just about dropped Mary onto the back of the anteater-god, who lifted its snout and bared a few teeth at him.
“Have it your way, Snoutman.” Paul bared his teeth in return. “Ya flea-bag.”
“I’d leave her alone, ‘f I were you.”
Paul hissed, backing away, staring at the girl huddled in the giant beast with something that might have been rage or jealousy or thwarted malice or a combination of all three.
Mary wrapped her arms around sleek brown fur and smiled into his back.
Fandom: Kingdom Hospital
Characters: Antubis, Paul, Mary
Prompt: Brown
Word Count: 510
Rating: PG
Summary: Mary had a little lamb. But Paul didn't like him.
The Old Kingdom is black and white and shades of gray all over. Mary knows this because it’s always night, but she doesn’t know why.
Important things have color. Paul’s tank is green. Peter’s chalk is red. Her scars sometimes go angry pink when she’s scared or concentrating very hard. Everything else is faded and dusty and covered in years of people forgetting. It used to bother her, but it doesn’t anymore. She thinks it bothers Paul but he’d never admit to it if it did. He hates everyone now, including himself.
She didn’t mean to be down here. She’d taken a wrong turn in the new hospital and gotten lost talking to the Klingerman girl. Not talking with, she couldn’t talk after what the bad doctor in the New Kingdom did to her. But she was nice, and she was sweet, and Mary had gotten lost. Her footsteps echoed alone in the hallway, muffled by the dust. He didn’t come down here; he didn’t like it.
“Did Mary lose her little lamb?”
She turned to stare at the bad boy, Paul.
“I didn’t lose him.” Although she wondered where he was. “He doesn’t like it here.”
That was almost an accusation, if only of the sort a young girl might have made of her big brother. As if it was Paul’s fault that the anteater creature didn’t like it in the Old Kingdom.
“Gee.” Paul grinned. “Wonder why?”
He wasn’t showing his fangs yet but it was just a matter of Time. Mary started to back away. She had liked Paul better when he was alive, and less angry.
“I’m going to go upstairs, now,” she told him. “You’re in a bad mood.”
Paul snarled at that. He was always in a bad mood, but he got really surly when someone reminded him of it. Lips peeled back from black-stained fangs and he rushed at her, picked her up and turned her upside down.
“You ain’t seen nothing…”
Mary screamed.
A shape loomed out of the darkness as he ran down the hall, arms around her waist and legs kicking at his shoulders. He had to hold his head out of the way or her heel might have caught his cheek or nose. She didn’t want to hurt him but he scared her. And she wanted him to put her down.
Mary screamed.
A shape rose up and put itself directly in Paul’s running way and if it had been of a normal size he might just have tripped over it. Instead he just about dropped Mary onto the back of the anteater-god, who lifted its snout and bared a few teeth at him.
“Have it your way, Snoutman.” Paul bared his teeth in return. “Ya flea-bag.”
“I’d leave her alone, ‘f I were you.”
Paul hissed, backing away, staring at the girl huddled in the giant beast with something that might have been rage or jealousy or thwarted malice or a combination of all three.
Mary wrapped her arms around sleek brown fur and smiled into his back.