YOU’RE THE ONE BLASTING MUSIC AT 3 IN THE MORNING!
I DO WHAT I WANT.
REALLY, ANDI? IT’S TOO EARLY FOR THIS.
YOU STARTED IT.
WELL I AM.
SO LET ME SLEEP.
I’M NOT LISTENING TO RAP.
My muse has been kidnapped for experimental ‘research.’ After months of searching, yours has finally found mine. How does your muse react to the condition mine is in?A familiar voice reached her through the thick darkness imposed by the various chemicals pumped in her system. She lost track of time. Had it been days? Weeks? Longer? She spent so much time under that it was hard to tell a day from the next.She fought to open her eyes, to move, to make a sound, but it felt like she was moving through quicksand; she was trying to come up for air but she was constantly dragged down.Finally, she got her hand to move, and she reached to grab Flash’s arm. “Coach,” she croaked softly, barely louder than a whisper.
"I know you won’t, I just want to be sure, symbiote dependency is something I don’t want you to have, and if you do have it, I don’t want you to start feeling the side effects." Like coming down with a sudden case of death. He sighed."We’ll get on the next bus back to Philly."
"Telling me ten times not to let the symbiote away isn’t changing a thing!" she snapped. "I’m not letting it away. Period. Stop fussing, for fuck’s sake!"
[Pounds loudly on the wall separating their apartments]
GO TO SLEEP. IT’S A SCHOOL NIGHT, DAMN IT.
I’M NOT SLEEPY. SHUT UP.
They are too. They let me fly.
Uh-uh. Not believing it until I see it.
[ She holds up her hand for a high five. ]
How many teenagers can say they have this kind of accomplishment?
[ She lifts her hand and high-fives Jen ]
Heh. Probably all those teen millionaires we see in the news now and then.
[ She shrugs, trying to make it sound like no big deal ]
He stares at the symbiote and every part of him is screaming at him to run in the opposite direction, because those things are terrible, because they will kill without mercy and restraint.
But she’s a kid. She’s a kid, around the same age as Aracely, and she’s outnumbered, so he has to step in, or else the other parts of him, the parts of him that are so quiet but so hard to ignore, will never shut up. So he drops down onto the attackers, a blur of fists and webbing as he starts the fray.
She practically jumped in surprise when a costumed man dropped in and started to take on the attackers. Finally healed enough to get back in the fight, she silently took on some of those he didn’t fight yet.
“Thanks," she starts, webbing one of the guys to a wall, glancing towards the man clad in red and black.