November 30th, 2017

U is for Unkown

U is for Unkown
Written for Fig's always wonderful soup.

Missing scene for Continuum

PG for a little bad language

(This is darker than my usual fare so be warned.)

Daniel ignored the knocking at the door. His leg... his stump ached. It often did after a day of walking the streets. The prosthetic gave him mobility, and he was thankful for that, but it didn't stop him from feeling relief when he finally took the damn thing off.

The knocking became more insistent. With a sigh, Daniel grabbed his crutches from beside his bed. He was going to rip apart the person on the other side of the door. No doubt it was a lost pizza delivery person or the crazy neighbor three doors down who insisted that Daniel stole his paper every morning. Whoever it was, they wouldn't be standing there long.

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