drabbles week one: escape

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GHM DRABBLE CHALLENGE
HOW TO PLAY?

Every Monday at 12 PM PST, I will post a prompt. You have until the following Monday at noon PST to write and reply with a 100-200 word fic, i.e. a 'drabble', inspired by the prompt. (For an extra challenge, try to hit exactly 100 words!)

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WHAT ELSE?

You may post more than one response to a single week's prompt! :)

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If you're inspired to continue your drabbles, you're welcome to connect multiple challenge responses to each other, or expand on your fics outside of the challenge.

week one:
ESCAPE

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[turtleguy]

Characters: Akira for the first drabble, Tokio for the 2nd
Rating: PG-13, mentions of death/violence
Notes: Second one contains spoilers for the end of Tokio's chapters
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36395467/chapters/90741601
Word Count: 100 for both

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Akira is so used to sleeping surrounded by the sounds of other people. From the tightly packed beds of the shelters, to the barracks the Republique unit shared, the van they sometimes occupied together during field training. His entire life has been a series of intrusions, of sharing the space around him with other bodies. Now, he stands before a furnished, private unit built for one. He steps inside, closes the door behind him, and the air is fresh, still and quiet, like the dark forest he just crawled through hours previous. He has not torn free of the undergrowth.

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The shot made Tokio feel like someone just grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him through every layer of numbness that had been collecting over him since he started freelancing. The unrecognizable part of him that had stood there and goaded, waiting for a man with a gun to shoot him through the head, was left behind in the rail yard along with the dead body. He tore down the highway in a blind shock, as if the bullet had killed his sense of self preservation. Only when he thought of Red did he shift gears, and head home.