Being a Canadian that I am. I am sorry, sorry, sorry, that this took sooooo damn long. My history essay is finally done so there will be more fanart coming up soon. And enjoy!
“I won’t make it on time, Dot. You’re gonna have to take her to the Medical bay,”
“and what about Twan?”
“I froze time for a bit and put him in Scud’s glass cage.”
“Cage? Isn’t that a bit too…harsh?”
“I know but…I tried to calm him down and he threatened to shoot Alex.”
Sebastienne was horrified. Twan? Gunfire Twan? Shot Cadmus and now going after Alex for no reason? This isn’t right, Twan would never do that.
“Alright I’ll get there as fast as I can. But the closest Zeta tube is too far from where I am.” Sebastienne hangs up, leaving Paradox with the unconscious Cadmus and the distant sound of Twan screaming and yelling, wanting to escape the glass cage.
He’d been here for hours. The walls were transparent, just glass, but made of tempered plastics, and he couldn’t break through them even with the already bloodied up knuckles.
“you should kill me,” Twan said to Scud, sitting across the room with a plate of pizza. But the boy didn’t respond. “Because if I ever get out of here, I will tear this place apart. And I will kill everyone. Staring with you, Michael.” Scud blinks, thinking how he should’ve built the cage differently so that he didn’t have to hear Twan.
She’s speeding on a completely empty highway and the police still has the time to try to chase after her. Sirens echoing though the dark road, red-blue lights flashing behind Sebastienne. She groans and takes out a gun, shooting the tires of the police car and speeds faster on her motorcycle. The police car finally slows down but her problem has not yet been solved. Mafia was hurt and could die if she doesn’t get there in time to help.
Empty, lonely, dark road, so dark she’s not able to spot anything further than the headlights except the view of the city far ahead. Her thoughts were off for a while. There’s no possibility of any vehicle or animals anywhere on this road. But she was wrong, somewhat. Sebastienne spots a figure far ahead, a human figure. But she was speeding too fast to know what to do at situations like this.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
She was riding at full speed. Hands gripping tight to the handlebar, wheels quaking from the uncertainty of her control of the vehicle. Left or right? If she breaks too fast the G-force will blow her over.
Tick tock. Tick tock.