Characters: Trauma, the Scarlet Spiders
Prompt: Table 1/35. Poem
Word Count: 126
Summary: The three are poetry in motion.
Warnings: None, really.
Disclaimer: … c’mon, do I even gotta say it?
Watching the Scarlet Spiders was like watching poetry in motion. Terry had never seen more supremely gifted athletes, except for poor, dead MVP, and they worked together on a level that boarded on telepathy. There were no missteps when they worked together, no accidents. It was almost like watching a carefully choreographed dance.
They were still creepy as all hell, though. Humans weren’t supposed to be that in touch with each other. It was wrong on a fundamental level.
Beautiful, but wrong.