It's been a good ride, hasn't it? Three and a half years of 100-word stories.
The community has been slowing significantly, people have stopped commenting. The last thing I want is for writers to feel that they're putting their work out into a void.
With that, I'll leave "bang." as the final prompt. You're welcome to continue to post or to use any of the prompts as you see fit. Of course, if you have comments or suggestions I'm happy to hear them.
Thank you for your participation and for having been a member of this community.
Canon: Mass Effect
Characters/Pairing: Kai Leng
Prompt: End of the line
His world spins into architectural dust, smothers him beneath a blanket of stars heavier than hell.
Kai Leng lies on the shattered floor, with the taste of defeat on his teeth and the warm breath of death on his neck. He laughs, but it comes out as a bloody gurgle, splashing red all down his chin. He is alone in this silent room (not completely, he knows, can’t admit it) with his own blood spreading beneath him like debauched wings. He’s dying and he smiles. Death kisses it from his lips.
And Kai Leng spits it out into Death’s face.
She looks too much like winter and too little like his wife.
Byakuya feels the life slipping from her in each passing second, in her withering cheeks, in the coldness of her fingertips. He feels death as keenly as she does; the knife at her throat presses also against his. If he could, Byakuya would take the killing edge himself, let the blood flow in rills down his throat. He can’t. It carves out his heart anyway, discards it into her grave, hiding it beneath rocks and worms and dirt and the gravestone marked Hisana. He never finds it again.