Active Drabbles: Angelique Richter

[Angelique Richter]

((Hi. I'm an out of practice writer and would like to get back into telling stories, but I need help and inspiration. This seems like a good way to inspire and create. Please send me groupings of three and I will write a short piece about Angelique. Thanks to those who brought this idea here.))

 

[Sarah Willis]

Electric,
Sky,
Anachronism

 

[Angelique Richter]

Sky

The muddy ground had soaked her clothing to the skin, causing goosebumps along her flesh. She felt the numbness of every cold rain drop that splashed onto her face or soaked into the fatigues. Her back had lost feeling long ago as she stared upwards into the grey void.

"I'm not beat yet," she muttered, in her mind shouting the words towards the sky.

Picking herself up, she was keenly aware of the weight that held her firmly rooted to the Earth, water and soil conspiring to smother her.

Not today, she thought. Not ever.

Walking slowly across the road, she retrieved her sword from the now lifeless corpse she had embedded it into. Always work to be done. No time for flights of fancy in the air when the world needed work.

 

[Requine]

West
Chip
Dynamite

 

[Angelique Richter]

Dynamite


Angel tore through the old supply cabinet hurriedly, but with a practiced delicacy. The ancient stores were slim, but yielded success as she quickly scanned the labels.

The door to the ancient bunker rattled ominously as she quickly pulled out the delicately protected vial of the ancient vasodilator and smiled. She had so little time, but hoped it would be enough.

Carefully, she unscrewed the tiny vial and began to walk forward. She knew it was only a matter of time before they broke in and found her.

With a loud crack, as the rusted metal hinge crumbled and the door and vampire slammed into the woman and her precious cargo.

Boom went the nitro-glycerine, vaporizing the woman and her foe.

Moments later, at the nearest anima well, Angel stood up in anger. "FUCK!"