#may!verse

@notquiteahitman Cat sings Helter Skelter to Adam

“So,” she looked at Josh. The dust was settling at the facility, though the spark that had started had caught. There was talk of uprisings at government sites all over the country. Their wounds were healing. Things felt calm, for the first time in…many years, for her.

“What will you do?” She had never admired a man quite as much as she admired Josh. His conviction. His courage. His…kindness. “Clean up at the facility? Go on to the next and keep up the fight? Cat’s been talking about becoming a counselor for the former prisoners and test subjects…” she looked down. She felt…very odd. She wasn’t quite sure what it was.

“As for me, I guess…”

Ask me to stay, said a voice in her head, of its own volition.

“I should keep moving. I always keep moving.”

Ask me to stay. There’s never been anyone else.

“Jude isn’t the only agent of my government out there.”

I’m tired of running. I want to be here, by your side.

“I’m…glad of the work we did here. I’ve never seen a revolution on this scale. Maybe there’s even hope for my own country. I…”

Ask me to stay.

Run part 2 for @notquiteahitman

Still based on the song “Run” by Daughter and this time I didn’t mess with the lyrics.

Run Part 1 for @notquiteahitman

“You’re Jason Murison, aren’t you?” asked Jude, moving to stand beside the younger man. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you.” He knew Jason was the son of one of Breslin’s top men, a man without magic following in the footsteps of his wizard father nonetheless. He’d been eager to meet him for a number of reasons, not the least because most of the non-magical humans here were in cells, but also because from what he’d heard, the young man had potential. Of course, he could be a sympathizer, like that great disappointment, the cat creature they’d created. But it seemed to be an open secret that while he strived to live up to his success, Jason and his father did not precisely get along. There was hope there. He meant to say as much to Jason, of course not in quite that way.

“The one without magic,” he continued. “The man who joins an army of witches—excuse me, wizards—and makes himself their equal.” He watched the other man, waiting to judge his reactions. “In the country I come from, they train people to do that specifically, to be a match for a wizard without magic. People like me. But you’ve done it on your own. That’s a brave thing. An impressive thing. A righteous thing.”

“My name is Jude. I’m here on somewhat of a…diplomatic mission,” now, he would test and see how well the hook was baited. “Jason, I think perhaps I might have some useful things to teach you.”