Fell Fetch: 1 of 2
Wide-eyed and panting, Flurry’s rabbit ears flattened against his back as he plumbed the cave system in a barreling blur. The Caerbannog Gang’s base was proving more elaborate than their reports had indicated. Ridges formed along the tunnels, short lips that made him feel like he was bounding through the looping intestines of some unfathomable beast.
Surprise and desperation erupted within his earpiece. His unit had commenced their assault—a distraction and a plan that assumed heavy losses as a best-case scenario. It was all on him now. He would have to find the artifact before their gang boss, KB, joined the fight.
“Flurry, what’s your status?” crackled across his com.
“Still searching, Chief,” he said, his words spewing like a spray of gunfire. “Find soon. More time. Just a little.”
“You’ll have as much as we can give. But seconds are lives, son. Soon, we’ll be out of both.”
“Soon, Chief. Soon”
“Godspeed, Flurry.”
He willed himself to move faster. The constricting hoops devolved into a nebulous flicker, his legs melding between them like cards shuffling together. Component parts smoothed and it soon seemed like his torso was legless and simply glided along the twisting shaft. Gravity lost its sway, bends sending him gliding up the wall.
A lit corridor blinked past, but he couldn’t turn abruptly. He leaned into a progressive turn, and soon, his trajectory sent him into an ever tightening corkscrew. His body hunkered as his passage collapsed into a narrow band that encompassed the tunnel. Darkness encroached on his vision, then subsided as his corkscrew elongated and sent him back the way he came.
Flurry slowed, his eyes darting between each ridge in search of the lit space. His chest thundered, and his anxiety mounted. If he didn’t encounter the light again soon, his adrenaline might relinquish control of his heart.
Then, he found it. He ran into the space where a pedestal held a metallic sphere. A pure white light radiated behind and made the sphere look as though it eclipsed a passageway into some kind of divine realm. “This is it,” he said with a nod.
A glowing band wrapped around the room. Its surface was marked with unknown symbols—a protective spell that would obliterate anyone who didn’t belong to the spell’s single exception.
Flurry turned his brown-furred paw over before his face. Their boss is a neigh indestructible monster, who stole and hid the only thing capable of defeating him. Then, the coward locked it behind a barrier that only he could access. At least, it can only be accessed by someone of the Leporidae race. But what fool rabbit would walk into KB’s house and reach into his carrot stash?
He extended his paw across the seal, then stepped across. “Today’s the day, KB.”
Flurry reached to clasp the sphere with both hands, his eyes reverent as he pulled it into an embrace.
A tag dangled from an erected cross emblem.
The Antioch Artifact
Step 1: Take out the holy pin...
His com erupted with chatter and activity. “It’s KB! KB’s here!”
Flurry spun on his heel, set his chin, and ran. Chief...hang on. Help’s on the way.
Constraints:
- WC: 533/750
- Genre: Crime
- Trope: Righteous Rabbit
