THE UNPROMPTED FIC NOBODY ASKED FOR. I’ve alluded to this moment a bunch of times in the fic verse but never really sketched it out to now, and I, after receiving my shitty news, decided I really did want to finish this. So, 3,000 words, and I really hope you enjoy. Entire OW verse is here.
Tracer
The shots rang through the still air, one, two, three, and Tracer felt a shock of hot pain run through her. She gasped with the surprise of it, more than the pain, the idea that the sound of the gun could ever be connected to her own welfare a shock to her, even after seeing so much in this world.
She looked back at the darkness, and saw a cowboy hat receding, as if he could not stay to see.
Tracer looked down at the hand she had clasped to her stomach, and rubbed her fingers together, the hot dark blood smooth between them.
She gave a half-smile to herself. “Well. That’s unfortunate.”
I MEAN I MOSTLYSIDE WITH YAL BECAUSE MOSTLY MY WRITING IS TRASH
BUT THIS ONE WAS PRETTY GOOD
A Tragedy in Four Acts
Published
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