Chapter 12. Flash got Nothing on These Wheels
Dress Us in Blue & Silver
By @that1notetaker @imdeadtiredtm
The room is falling apart. His room is falling apart.
Eyes burning, he slowly rises from the floor. His shadow a dark crimson, his lame leg aglow, because red is Red is RED
A cold gust howls in from the cracks, and the room breathes with it. It reeks of a familiar scent, but of what he can’t recall.
His room is a burning wreck. The wind warbles, cool and sweet.
He hears a twig snap. Hiccup rears his head to the sound and sees a large wild dog. The fur is so dark that Hiccup can barely differentiate the dog’s outline from their surroundings, but the Green eyes are vivid. The retina reflects the moonlight so perfectly it’s near illuminate. A pulsing light. The pupils white, milky disks.When it draws back it’s lips in a sneer, the gums all red, it has a set of human teeth. “You’ve called me. You’ve stolen from me, as I’ve stolen from you. What’s done is done,” the dog says. “What want you’ve of me?” Hiccup stares, uncertain, and tries to work his new mouth.
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