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When her feet hit the plank, she began to back onto it, giving 10 the idea that he was cornering her.
"You could do so much better off with us instead of them"
She looked down to the ground, the plan growing in her head.
A laugh came from the stitchpunk in front of her, "What's the matter 11? Afraid of heights?"
11 lit the match against the wood, the sudden light from the flame seemed to blind 10.
"What are you going to do with that?" he asked with a chuckle, fear absent on his face.
When they reached the end of the wooden board, 11's foot slipped. She stumbled for a second, but the match fell from her hand, falling to the ground. The lit piece of the wood, hit the black pools on the ground, and soon beneath them was a fury of flames.
10 laughed once again, "What now 11?" he asked taking another step in her direction. The plan underneath them creaked.
Playing her part well, 11 clutched the spear 10 had once owned with shaky hands.
The creature infront of her eyed the weapon with interest. "Are you going to try and kill me?" 10 said.
11's grip tightened on spear.
"I still do love you 11..." he said in a whisper, his voice almost sounded sad, "...don't forget what we were"
Another step, another creak from the board.
Those words. Words such as those should be cherished, but coming from the retched creature in front of her, they only brought anger.
The fire beneath them flared, It was surprising that the flames didn't lick the bottom of the plank.
"I already have!" she cried and flung the spear sideways. The long metal pole slammed into the side of 10's head.
A cry was heard from the male, and he began to stumble sideways. Trying to stop himself from falling, he grabbed the end of the spear. Instead of ceasing his fall, the metal was ripped from 11's hand, and the male fell.

Another attempt at something cool. Not exactly sure how good this is, but eh....

Anyone remember these two? Fellow 9 fan watchers? Its my very first 9 OCs, 11 and 10. For anyone who remembers it is a scene from my fanfic "Lost Comrade". I was re-reading a bit of it today and I just HAD to draw something for it. I miss these two.

art, 11, and 10 (c) me
Stitchpunks (c) Shane Acker

Description
When her feet hit the plank, she began to back onto it, giving 10 the idea that he was cornering her.
"You could do so much better off with us instead of them"
She looked down to the ground, the plan growing in her head.
A laugh came from the stitchpunk in front of her, "What's the matter 11? Afraid of heights?"
11 lit the match against the wood, the sudden light from the flame seemed to blind 10.
"What are you going to do with that?" he asked with a chuckle, fear absent on his face.
When they reached the end of the wooden board, 11's foot slipped. She stumbled for a second, but the match fell from her hand, falling to the ground. The lit piece of the wood, hit the black pools on the ground, and soon beneath them was a fury of flames.
10 laughed once again, "What now 11?" he asked taking another step in her direction. The plan underneath them creaked.
Playing her part well, 11 clutched the spear 10 had once owned with shaky hands.
The creature infront of her eyed the weapon with interest. "Are you going to try and kill me?" 10 said.
11's grip tightened on spear.
"I still do love you 11..." he said in a whisper, his voice almost sounded sad, "...don't forget what we were"
Another step, another creak from the board.
Those words. Words such as those should be cherished, but coming from the retched creature in front of her, they only brought anger.
The fire beneath them flared, It was surprising that the flames didn't lick the bottom of the plank.
"I already have!" she cried and flung the spear sideways. The long metal pole slammed into the side of 10's head.
A cry was heard from the male, and he began to stumble sideways. Trying to stop himself from falling, he grabbed the end of the spear. Instead of ceasing his fall, the metal was ripped from 11's hand, and the male fell.

Another attempt at something cool. Not exactly sure how good this is, but eh....

Anyone remember these two? Fellow 9 fan watchers? Its my very first 9 OCs, 11 and 10. For anyone who remembers it is a scene from my fanfic "Lost Comrade". I was re-reading a bit of it today and I just HAD to draw something for it. I miss these two.

art, 11, and 10 (c) me
Stitchpunks (c) Shane Acker