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@redballoonsandpaperboats

Run and hide.

 Run and hide. 

Those words repeated in her head over and over as Sam sprinted through the woods. Her chest was on fire. Her head was pounding. She needed air but she couldn’t stop running. Not now. He could still be there. He could still catch up. She was in the open and so far, she hadn’t seen any places that she could hide and catch her breath in. The only thing Sam was able to do was to keep running. 

After running for just a bit longer, she found herself running along a stream or creek. Up ahead... there was... yes... a place to hide. It looked like it led to the sewers but it was better then nothing. Coming to a halt, Sam stood outside the tunnel’s entrance. For the first time, she looked back. No sign of him but she wasn’t about to take a chance. Not taking another second to think, Sam quickly made her way into the darkness. The smell wasn’t too great but it was the least of her worries at the moment. She took a right, left, then another right. Any direction she thought would make it harder for him to find her, Sam took. She didn’t even care if she got lost in the maze of pipes at this point. If it meant she got to see another day, that was fine with her. 

It was as if she had been running forever. She couldn’t do it anymore. Sam’s body was ready to give out on her. The splashing she was causing grew quieter and quieter as she came to a stop. Her heavy breathing echoed off the walls. It was one of the only other sounds besides some dripping water and a few rats squeaking at Sam when they ran past her. A minute passed.....then another.....and another....and another. All was quiet. Sam stood in the middle of the sewers, unsure of what to do next.

Robert looked over some of the tattoo stylings on the wall, still debating on whether or not he wanted another one. He rubbed at the one on his hand and frowned before turning toward one of the people who seemed to work there. “Hey, uh, got a moment?”

@sharksinthemiramar

1959. Miami, Florida. 

The New Year had come and gone in a flash and it was now April 2nd. The year had treated people well so far... most people anyway. For Samantha Innocenzo, this year was going very, very well. You earn quite the reputation when your father was a famous hitman back in the day. You earn an even bigger one when you follow in his steps and are now one of the best hitwomen in the states. Jobs came pouring in left and right, all over! Sam gladly accepted each and every single one, never having one complaint about the pay. Not to mention, Sam was loaded thanks to her family. She was able to live in her own big, cozy house right outside of Miami with a great view of the beach right from in her swimming pool. Yes, life was good. Very, very good. 

A usual morning would consist of breakfast at 8:30 am and then workout and practice at 9:15 am. That sunny morning, practice was cancelled by two unexpected visitors. Ben Diamond and Isaac Evans. Diamond, one of Sam’s least favorite people, was Miami’s famous mob boss. Isaac Evans was the owner of the very famous Miramar Playa Hotel. They were an odd couple. Sam still couldn’t understand why Mr. Evans would agree to be part of anything with Diamond but that wasn’t really any of her business. 

Sam waited for the two men outside by her pool, using the interruption to get some water and catch her breath. She played with her knife as she did so. She watched the two come down the stairs and shook her head at Diamond. 

“You’re interrupting practice, Diamond,” she said with a slight tone in her voice, “You know I don’t like that.” After staring Ben down, she glanced over at Ike, smiling. “Good Morning, Mr. Evans.”

“Sam? Is that you?” Hellboy finally looked so very old laying there in bed. Looking at her, Hellboy was so proud with the woman Sam had become. She had gone through so much and she no longer needed his protection. The perfect little sister.

Hellboy weakly stroked her face. “I’m so proud of you. We all are. But especially me.” He let out a chuckle which quickly turned to a coughing fit. The look Sam had on her face upset Hellboy. “Don’t you worry about me. I’m happy.” He said with a smirk.

Send me a color and I’ll write a drabble with our muses with that color as the theme.

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A 3 a.m. jog. Perfect remedy for those restless summer nights. It wasn’t too cold and it wasn’t too hot. The moon and stars looked gorgeous. And the best part? Not a single soul was around. It was quiet and peaceful and lovely. For Sam, many nights ended up like this. Ever since she was little, she had problems falling and staying asleep. Over the years, she had come up with ways to deal with it... like jogging at ridiculous hours of the night.

Coming up to the end of the park, Sam stopped to walk and catch her breath. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, checking the time. Her music must have been a bit too loud. She failed to realize their was someone walking past until her ears buds were ripped out of her ears, the wire had catching onto the passing stranger. Her phone tumbled out of her hand as Sam turned back quickly.

“Ah shit.... Sorry. Didn’t think anyone else was even alive at this hour.”