Hidden Meanings

Darkness Is A Lie [Reckoners AU]

I just finished the Reckoners series by Brandon Sanderson today- 9/21/16. MY FAVORITES DIDN'T DIE! (I mean Abraham had his arm torn off, but Prof managed to grow it back, soooo) ITS A FIRST! My favorites were Cody and Abraham, by the way. That being said, this is an AU where there's Epics in the Reckoners- it's Abraham. I was gonna do Cody, but then I wondered- why not break Abraham instead? It was gonna take place after Calamity but the book ended there, so AU!

Even though I nearly broke when Tia died wh ooPs

Abraham needed to run.

Bullets rattled behind him, of this mission with a reckless plan that David had devised, and Abraham had half the mind to go back and tell David in French that this was not a good plan.

Here they were, trying to infiltrate a building in attempt to access the database to track out where Prof- Limelight- was.

Scars marked every surface around him, riddled by bullet holes. Abraham looked down at his hands, then tapped his earpiece in attempt to try and see if anyone was speaking. His earpiece was getting broken- it was a narrow miss of heat by Obliteration that half-melted the device, and now the Canadian's skin was also burnt.

It flickered in, for even a moment.

"-getting through here is like roasting water in the-"

"David, I don't want to hear it," the female voice snapped. "Your good qualities make up for those similes."

"At least admit I'm getting better," the first voice, David, glitched in and out, going static. "Knighthawk said I was getting better."

"Lad," there was a new voice that spoke, and Abraham could instantly hear the groan of the two others from the Scottish drawl. "Hate to break it to ya, but your similes are about as useless as the cops who laze on couches all day long."

Abraham was tempted to bring himself into conversation, but he avoided doing so, except with a simple, "Earpiece is about to melt away. I will meet up with everyone later."

"Abraham, wait-"

In an act of what he considered to be rude, but probably what would help him because it hurt quite a bit, the former Canadian military officer tugged the earpiece from his ear with a bit of effort and dropped it on the ground, crushing it on the heel of his foot, thoroughly destroying it before kicking the different pieces around. He was spreading the shattered fragments, nudging what Abraham assumed the chip was under a chunk of polished rock.

He held little faith in him getting out without any more injuries besides his burnt skin, but yet Abraham trudged on, darting from corner to corner. The building was, oddly, unoccupied to a certain point, so Abraham allowed the tension to rise from his shoulders in the slightest. 

He paid the price.

Metal slammed into his forehead, and Abraham let out a breath, feeling fingernails dig into his shoulder and a hand pressed to the small of his back.

"And the little sheep believes he could take on the wolf by himself despite the fire that called to him..." 

"Y..!" 

"Oh, so you didn't burn to death," Obliteration hummed, seeming rather bored by the prospect of Abraham... well, not burning to death. "You should be quite happy that I have orders to spare you." 

The Canadian let out a single breath, trying to keep it even in case Obliteration though he was trying to move somewhere. 

His hands were now pinned somehow, the hand from his shoulder moving and replaced by an elbow, cold, clammy fingers encasing his own in a bind. 

 "Abraham Desjardins," the Epic said in a low tone, giving him another shove against the wall. "Do you know why Regalia wanted you and David Charleston to be on her side?" 

No, I do not, Abraham was tempted to say. Regalia's own want for David, Steelslayer, is not my concern.

But he held his tongue, and nails raked down the inside of his wrist. "Answer me." 

Choking out a word in French,  Obliteration's eyes narrowed upon hearing it. "I know you can speak English, human. Ah, well. I'll guess have to get you to her as soon as possible."

There was blood welling up in his mouth, and the Reckoner nearly winced from the metallic flood across his tongue. 

"I mean, I don't think trash like you really deserves to become an Epic, but..."

Obliteration kept speaking as they teleported, a tingling feeling starting to grow in Abraham's gut.

"A... Epic?" The usually reserved Canadian felt a stone drop in his stomach.

The Epic grinned, the expression cat-like, only to raise his head to gesture at the gleaming red star in the sky.

Calamity...