Artifact | A flash fiction story
7 of đź’Ż
The bandit came scrambling behind Jax, up the rocky hill that cut the ocean of sand like an ancient scar. “Holy shit!” he said.
Jax didn’t look back, the large statue on his shoulder.
“Jax,” the bandit called, breathless. “That was insane!” He stopped at the top of the hill to take in the destruction they were leaving behind, a pile of twisted metal and junk and bodies and flames. “I think we lost Josh and Trashmouth.”
“We’ve got the artifact,” Jax said. “Let’s go.”
“Haven’t seen Maya, either.”
Jax stopped. He gently slid the statue down his back until it landed on the dust-covered rock with a thud. He walked to the bandit’s side and surveyed the flaming wreckage with a frown. He stood there for a moment, the flames burning in his eyes.
“You guys coming or what?” a voice said from behind the two.
Maya was leaning against the statue, a smirk splattered on her face.
Jax’s frown dissolved into a blank stare. He approached Maya, eyes deep into hers. He picked up the statue and walked.
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