The Randomness of Life Chapter 49~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drabble challenge 7/10

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Prompted by: Bond And Free~Robert Frost

For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.

Napoleon Solo truly believed in his endless luck. His optimism wouldn’t let him think otherwise, that was until now.

The car he’d been driving out in the middle of nowhere went careening off an embankment when he’d swerved to avoid a deer.

He woke up in pain, and complete darkness.

But Thought has shaken his ankles free.

No getting to his communicator as his arms were pinned. The only part of his body free were his feet.

“Fat lot of good that’s  going to do me.”

Wincing as he took a breath; he racked his brain for a plan of escape.  He’d always been good at that...

Back past the sun to an earthly room.

He had no idea how much time had passed, as he lost track of the sunrises and sunsets.  Thirst was driving him into an hallucinatory haze.

Every sound around him magnified; the wind, the rustling of the leaves, creature skittering past. There was a familiar noise in the sky, but distant.

To find fused in another star.

Napoleon felt himself  lifted, though his eyes were blurred and throat parched.

“Bozhe moy, I thought I had lost you...”

He awoke in a hospital bed with only broken ribs;  seeing Illya sleeping in a chair at his bedside.

Napoleon smiled; his luck was intact, and its name was Russian.

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 “I do not believe you.”

Napoleon’s face showed disappointment.

“Illya, would I lie to you?  No, it is true and you have to believe me.”

The Russian shook his head.  Some things he had learned to accept, but not this.

“I must see for myself.”

Napoleon led the way with Illya close on his heels.  As they approached the doors, Napoleon turned towards Illya and put a hand to his chest.

“Now, go easy on them Illya.  It isn’t their fault.”

Entering the room brought a sigh of resignation as Illya read the new banner…

New Fat Free Menu

“Chyort!”

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“I do not believe you.”
Napoleon’s face showed disappointment.
“Illya, would I lie to you?  No, it is true and you have to believe me.”
The Russian shook his head.  Some things he had learned to accept, but not this.
“I must see for myself.”
Napoleon led the way with Illya close on his heels.  As they approached the doors, Napoleon turned towards Illya and put a hand to his chest.
“Now, go easy on them Illya.  It isn’t their fault.”
Entering the room brought a sigh of resignation as Illya read the new banner…
New Fat Free Menu
“Chyort!”

A Little Drabble Do Ya: First Kill II

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“What about you, Darling? Do you remember your first kill?”

The Englishman put his pen down and leaned back in his seat. His eyes looked off at a point above April’s shoulder. “Yes,” he answered, “I was in ‘and to ‘and combat with the largest THRUSHie I ‘ad ever seen. I remember thinking one of us is about to die. That thought pushed me ‘arder until I was able to snap his neck.”

April leaned across her desk. “Oh, Darling, how horrible for you.”

Mark nodded. “Killing someone with your bare ‘ands; it doesn’t get more personal than that, Luv.”