MCSM One Shots (2018-2019)

Between Two Friends

Requested by @RubyCakeUnicorn
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Petra's chest was heaving, her lungs screaming for air as she ran. Her throat stung, as dry as sandpaper. Sweat tapped down her face, strands of her red hair sticking to her pale skin.

She barely acknowledge how overexerted she was, just continuing to push herself on. Petra gritted her teeth, fighting the urge to glance over her shoulder as she ran. Focusing her attention on the dry desert landscape in front of her, the breathless gasps of the person running beside her, the heat of the sun baking down on them... anything other than what had just happened.

Jesse's expression voiced confidence, completely hiding the fact that she was probably terrified inside. Glaring ahead with determination, even though she had already lost, even though defeat was staring her in the eye.

"What-" Ivor puffed beside Petra, barely keeping up with her. "-are we... looking... for?"

"I don't know any more than you do, and you damn well know that!" Petra growled back at Ivor aggressively.

"Do what you want to me." Jesse sneered, an ever so slight quiver audible in her confident voice. "But I'll never tell you what I know." Her words resulted in a humming noise from the giant computer in front of them, followed by an angered face forming on the screen.

Petra's hands clenched into tight fists her blue eyes darting around anxiously as she tried to spot anything out of the ordinary. Harper did say something about a difference, after all.

"Jesse!" Petra called out anxiously as the chipped person tugged her in the direction of the machine.

"No! Let her go!" Jesse fought aggressively, trying to squirm free from the grip she was in. "It's me you want, my information! If you're going to be a coward and take the easy route, chip ME!"

Petra's step faltered slightly, nearly loosing her footing. She shook her head to herself, fighting off the memory that was replaying in her head. Forcing herself to focus on anything else than what had happened. She wasn't going to allow herself to sink into the clutches of the past, let it gnaw away at her hope.

"No, Jesse, no!" "Let her go!" "Stop! Please!" It was hard to tell which words belonged to who as Jesse's friend's fought against Pama's slaves. But there was nothing they could do but watch as their leader was forced in underneath the machine.

Petra gritted her teeth as she ran, trying everything in her might to push down the memory that kept resurfacing. The only reason she was still going, was because she hadn't let it get to her yet.

Petra could feel her heart racing, thudding wildly inside her chest as she stared at her best friend with fearful eyes. Jesse stared back at Petra lifelessly, eyes glowing read. And as Lukas was pushed beneath the machine as well, Petra began to thrash and kick again, fighting to get loose. But it was too late, even if she could still save herself, two of the most importantly people in her life had already been taken.

"Stop!" Petra called, suddenly digging her boots in and skidding to a stop.

Ivor was too slow to respond to her actions in time, running straight into the mural that was in front of them.

"Your lack of attention will get us killed if you keep this up." Petra hissed at Ivor as he staggered back from the painting, clutching his head.

He simply rolled his eyes at her, but didn't dare argue with Petra. She stepped forward, examining the painting. It was nearly similar to the horizon behind it, but not identical.

"So? Any ideas?" Ivor asked Petra loudly, making her glare back at him.

"Child's play." Petra muttered in response, turning back and gesturing with hand. "I'm sure even somebody with as little of a brain as you could figure this out."