Summer Project 11

She woke up in a sweat. It was a dream, of course. She was above calling it a nightmare, but the crude barrage of flames had left a wound in her stomach. It felt too real. She had turned her back on them, breaking their ties. The sweat was drying up and she was getting cold. She didn’t want to turn back and check if he was there, but she needed to. She reached back with her feet and found nothing. It was like putting her feet into an empty oven, and there were no loaves or any sorts of bread.

He had, as usual, already left to do some training, even though it was Sunday.  She got up, walked into the bathroom and wound her hair in her hand, slicing it off at the neck. The hair, not her hand.  The strands spilled onto the floor, creating a silken pool that nobody would collect, coz that’s just creepy.  Maybe just a few would be alright, though.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and then looked away.  She packed a small bag and left through the front door, closing it silently, like a ninja, and then… she was ghost.

Andy came in, sweating from the workout.  He found the cut hair in the bathroom and stopped in his tracks.  He gingerly stepped over the pile of hair, hah,he thought to himself, not falling for that one, and hopped into the shower, ready to defend himself against that pesky woman.

This is a work of fan fiction. This work is not to be reprinted, reposted, sold, copied, or stored anywhere but here on Please share a link to this page so I can get 0.0001 cents from ad revenue lol. Characters are copyright SNK, I will apply for licence if this ever gets popular (as if).  Work is copyright Alan François.

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