GCR Drabbles

Apocalypse AU #1 Part 2

Part 2 has been waaaay overdue so here it is. imsorryivebeenstalling-

Arson glanced over his shoulder for what seemed like the millionth time. 

Ghost had been peeking out of the bag for a while. 

The first couple of times she had done it, Arson had snapped at her lightly, but then allowed her to poke her head out of the bag for some fresh air. 

She would've had no idea how long they - rather, he - had been walking if it weren't for the sun slowly rising higher in the sky. 

"Papa..." she squeaked to grab her father's attention. 

He didn't glance at her, his pace still relentless, but he hummed softly in acknowledgement. 

She continued, "I'm hungry. When are we going to eat?"

She didn't get to eat the breakfast he had caught her, and her stomach was growling softly. 

"When we find a new place to stay. I'll see if I can find some fruit as we walk too," he told her. 

Though those were his words, finding food along the way didn't really seem to be his main priority. 

Silence settled between them once more, and the sound of the Arson's paws moving on the grass. 

Ghost took this time to observe her changing surroundings.

She had seen very few trees in her young lifetime, and they were tall.

They seemed like big bushes on top of large sticks from the ground to her. Around them, there were more bushes than she had ever seen in the ravine. 

Ghost particularly liked staring at the flowers that popped up in different spots by the bushes. They were very colorful; a great contrast to the same gray, jagged stone walls of the ravine.

Arson continued to walk for a little more, but suddenly, his head perked up slightly, and his steps slowed.

"Papa?" Ghost whispered questioningly, turning her silver gaze to him. 

"Get back in the bag," he hissed quietly through stifled teeth. "Now."

Without any hesitation, she ducked back in, scowling softly when she inhaled the stuffy air of the bag.

There was the sound of wingbeats behind them, then the sound of more paws landing on grass.

Arson swiftly turned around. 

"'Ello there," a voice greeted Arson. "Where ya heading, fella?"

Arson seemed to snort lightly. "That is none of your concern."

"Lighten up," another voice chimed in. "We just lookin' for friends."

"And I am not," Arson replied curtly. "I am perfectly fine on my own."

"We're all gonna die out eventually, y'know. Can't we all die as friends?" a different voice snickered lightly. 

Ghost flinched at the dragon's words. What did he mean?

Ghost felt Arson stiffen at the dragon's words, and because he felt Ghost flinch in the bag. She hoped the other dragons didn't notice. 

"I'd rather die alone," Arson claimed coldly, and Ghost frowned. She knew he was lying to the dragons but she didn't like his words. 

"You wanna die poor too? If you won't join us, you might us well give us your stuff," one voice sneered, and it was closer. 

Arson took a step back, lashing his tail. "Attempting to rob me, are you?" he growled. "Believe me, I have nothing worth stealing."