Eric/OC fanfic. A round of capture the flag evolves into mind games…
Training guns went off behind him, unrhythmic, unlike the steady beat of his
feet against the pavement; jogging. He caught a glance of golden, by the ferris
wheel, and slowed down.
“You’re guarding the flag?” he approached her, moved into a walk. Not that
surprised that they had left her behind – but even so, he had not imagined to
find the flag practically unprotected. Eric had slipped past Four’s attack
group and gone after the flag on his own. It was easier, when the other team
was busy playing out their strategies. Theirs had been to leave a group behind to
guard the perimeter, and send the rest searching in opposite directions. If it
was impossible to capture the flag alone, the person in search would return to
the group and they would go together.
She seemed small by the foot of the ferris wheel. The structure itself amazing.
Four poles tilted against each other in pairs, and connected through the centre
of the wheel. Like a little kept a lot together.
The flag glowed softly behind her, hung over one of the carts. A breeze pulled
slightly at the fabric. Its position suggested that he would have to climb to
“Yeah,” she slid sideways, a lesson learned the last time she fought him, aiming
her gun at his chest.