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Ace Adventures
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I'm starting this with a new story. Please mind the warnings.

Cw: Implied death/murder, Implied body mutilation, references to past murders, references to injury, some self deprecating talk, stalking I guess

     She can't hear them following her anymore, but she keeps running anyway.

I know where you are

     She can't believe this is actually happening. Boing seemed so nice! She complimented her, gave her fashion advice, helped her in the garden, she was even a scrap user herself. She hadn’t suspected the other cat had any ill intentions at all. 
     Maybe it should have been obvious. Maybe all the questions were warnings. Maybe she should have noticed how haunting the hybrids laugh was, how it sent shivers up her "spine", how it had followed her through their explorations like it did now as she ran through the forest. She doesn’t think Boing is following her even if she can hear her laugh, but one of them is.
     She dodges trees and bushes, certain somehow they were still tracking her, positive that if she stopped or looked behind her they'd be there. She keeps her head held high, face forward, and runs, even if the pain shooting through her is almost unbearable. Her health is dangerously low but she doesn't care. She has to get away.

I don't see why you're running

     She thanks whatever gods are watching in this moment that she doesn't need to stop for air. She thanks whatever god may be helping that she hasn't completely run out of energy, although maybe that's just the fear carrying her. She curses whatever god or force allowed them to take away her easy escape from this.
     She misses her wings. Why would they take those from her? Was it so she couldn't just fly up? So she couldn't escape? She ponders for a moment how much she will miss flying if she escapes this nightmare, but she doesn't let her mind drift too far off. Some branches snapping just behind her cause her to speed up, a worried whine escaping her small body.

You can't get very far

     Running feels like flying sometimes. She was told, long ago, that when you run theres a small moment where your feet don't touch the ground, where you almost are flying. She can't say it's the same, but the idea that she is still flying brings her a small comfort.
     The crunch of her own feet on leaves is the only sound she can hear. Nothing behind her, nothing around her, nothing. The forest has never been so quiet. Shes doing so good, she's getting so far, she's almost in the clear, if she can just get to the city-
     She trips.

I know where you are

     It's amazing how, when you fall, the world can suddenly slow down so much. She doesn't just fall though, she's suddenly thrust forward, her little leg caught on a branch that shoots her forward into a muddy patch of ground. She let's out a strained cry as her body quivers with pain, her limbs seemingly forgetting how to function as she weakly tries to move something, anything.
     It's no use, she believes, to try and get up now. Surely they've caught her. Surely she's dead now. She just lays there in the grass, trembling, waiting for the final blow.
     It doesn't come.

Do you know where I am

     She waits. She waits for several minutes, each one feeling like a decade has past, each one crawling by so slowly as she's sure she's lost her chance at escaping. When nothing happens for nearly ten minutes, she knows, she’s been counting the seconds, she weakly lifts her head to look around.
      There's no one. She's alone. Her head whips around wildly, her limbs suddenly remembering how to move, as her whole body whirls around trying to find that presence she swears she felt. There's no one! She's alone! She escaped!
     She can't help but feel overjoyed, what's left of her wings twitching happily on her back as she throws up her fists in the air, yelling taunts for no one to hear as she walks backwards towards the city.
     Backwards into something.

It's a shame you don't

     Her body suddenly feels cold. She wants to believe it's a tree, but she's well aware it doesn't feel like a tree. Slowly, carefully, she steps forward, stopping only a foot ahead of where she was. She hesitates, praying to any forces that she thought may be watching, then turns to face what's behind her.
     Those glowing eyes haunt her in her last seconds. The tears on their cheeks seem to mock her, claiming they don't want to do this either. A scythe is raised high above the other cats head, she let's out an ear piercing scream before-

I still know where you are

     Hesitance is thankful for one thing in their job, and it's the fact no bodies are left. They're only running from the scene because the dragonfly's scream has surely gotten the attention from someone in the nearby city. They got just a little too close.
     But they got her.
     Chatter will only briefly be annoyed that they were so close to being caught, but surely he will be forgiving. They don't have to worry about her running around warning other people about them, she won't be telling anyone anything. They have made up for their mistake with that stupid shark.
     Boing will be particularly happy to find out this one is dead. She complained constantly about how boring the poor dragonfly was, how she hated everything they did together, how she despised even looking at her. Hesitance thought she seemed nice honestly, but dealing with the targets wasn’t their job.
     Hesitance wishes they could cry. The fresh mark on their cheek feels warm as it burns it's way into their soul, and they consider that about as close as they're going to get to that feeling. Even if they could cry, by now the pain of having to take a life has numbed their feeling of regret. The screams all blend together in their mind. The regret it, but the once regretted it more.
     Later on that night, in the dark, as the cold wind howls and threatens to take them down, they'll apologize. They'll apologize to Wax, who they are sure would look down on them with disgust, who may claim that all cats are good but would have to see that there is something wrong with them in particular. They'll apologize to any friends they once had, people they long since have abandoned, who they know would turn away in fear if they ever met again. They'll apologize to the dragonfly, and all those that came before her, because these cats didn't chose this, but someone has to pay the price. They'll apologize to the cat they once wanted to be, because somewhere along the way they died too, and they still feel the pain of that every day. They'll sob out apologies to the sky, the stars blinking down on them as their voice carries in the wind.
     They'll turn their back on the stars when they are done apologizing, and meet their companions gazes. Fear will run through them, but neither Chatter nor Boing will actually show them any malice for these apologies. This is just routine. This is just what they do, and they all need their ways to recover.
     That will be tonight, as they move on to the next place, onto the next victim. For now Hesitance runs, just needing to get back to the other two. Just needing to end this nightmare before the next one begins.

I'll always know where you are.

     Chatter will be so happy with them.
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Ace Adventures - by AceOfNothing - 11-13-2019, 08:35 PM
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