Finn: 28yo man - the villain - grumpy- Dead
Eric: 32yo man- the villains assistant
May: 25yo woman - the anti-hero - not so sunshine, sunshine character
Hanna: 26yo woman - hero’s sister/bestfriend
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**May **
Mays arms were wrapped around him, and her senses were flooded by the warm scent of pine, and a slight trace of something different, a sweet smokey scent, not usually clinging to his skin, but it would occasionally.
Something was off, however. Not quite right. Her eyes fluttered open to meet his face, but he wasn’t there. She felt her arms around him two seconds ago! He had to be there!
She looked down, and saw her arms wrapped around a pillow. Just a pillow.
Not Finn.
She sighed softly, and if she had any tears left, she might cry.
Instead May burrowed her face into the pillow groaning softly. This wasn’t fair. She had been good her whole life!
Well, she had good intentions her whole life! It wasn’t fair for life to punish her this way.
The sun still wasn’t out fully, only a sliver of it peaking over the mountains. That was the only lighting in the room, the monitor with a live feed of the sky. She still had time to rest, but she suddenly had no desire to do such a thing. Instead, May let go of the pillow and pushed herself off of the bed. She looked around the practically pitch dark room, and starting to fumble around.
She eventually found the light switch, but it turned on all to fast and she practically glued her hands to her now burning eyes.
She slowly eased them open, splotches still covered some parts of her vision, but she could still function. Mays eyes fixed onto the one thing out of place in the room.
A pile of black clothes on a bench near the foot of the bed. She maked her way over, holding each item up one at a time. There were black tights, and knee high lace up boots, that gave her just a little bit of hight. A large belt was already ready to hold many different weapons, guns knives, and anything else you could think of.
There was a skirt, the back going to her knees, but it rising up in the front to her upper thigh her top looked like a corset, but it didn’t feel like it, no wires, just a slight feeling of compression. The sleeves were basically see through, but were tinted black. They went to her fingers, a slot cut out for her thumb.
It did not seem as if it would pretect her well, which slightly unsettled her, but she put it on anyway. She walked into the closet, and opened a gun safe, which she forgot the code too many times, and pulled out a hand gun, clicking it to her belt.
She did the same with some throwing knives and another gun that shot ecloga bullets, just in case.
They contained a powerful tranquilizer, that should keep any person out for a long while.
She walked out of Finn’s room, and down the corridor. She didn’t feel like the same girl she was yesterday. She felt cool, and hardened like a once sweet candy turned bitter. She loved the sound of her boots clicking through the hallways, it felt like power.
She walked up to the door, recently installed by the technician team. It scanned her, pulled up her profile, and marked her as Leaving.
Suprisingly, Eric was waiting on the other side.
“What is your preferred form of transportation? We have jets, horses, small tank like vehicles…”
“Eric, do you ever say hello? I feel like every time you talk it’s like we were in the middle of a conversation.”
“Why waste time when you can get to the point, Miss May.” He says.
“All I know, is I really don’t want to walk.” She whines.
“Have you ever flown?”
“No…”
“Perfect. I’ll arrange for a Hover. Simple vehicles, not to big. About twice the size of a horse, seats a pilot and a passenger, so I fear I can’t go with you. Oh, and the outside is mirrored so it’s almost impossible to spot. We have been using my them for years. They are safe. Mostly.”
“What do you mean-“
“You have 5 hours until noon. I see you are already suited up, so I would just suggest that you eat something, than we can be on our way.”
“I don’t think I can-“
“Well I suggest you try.”
“Eric what if I’m not ready. And respectfully, I know I said I wanted to look hot, but this is doing absolutely nothing to protect me.”
“What? The fibers are reinforced with titanium, and the material is bulletproof, that should be enough. Blades maybe not so much, but if you are unlucky enough to be fatally injured with a blade, it merely seems like an issue of skill.” He states, still standing formally, thought the words spilling from his lips seemed almost the exact opposite of proper.
“Well now that’s just rude.”
“It is merely the truth. Especially while carrying a loaded gun and tranquilizers. Get in the hover may, wouldn’t want to be late.”
“I thought you said we had 5 hours?”
“These things easily go 15 miles an hour, but anything above might sacrifice stealth.”
“Eric, we’ll still be an hour early. I don’t want to be there that long, I want to slip in, talk for 15 minutes and get my ass out of there.”
“Early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable. Get on the damn ship May.”
She was shocked. She had never seen him curse. It was hardly a curse, yet she seemed almost ashamed to be in the room with such a word, if it came from him.
She stepped into the Hover, behind a pilot she didn’t even know.
“Be safe.” Eric said. She swore his eyes were watering. There was no way he was scared.
“I will be, don’t worry.” Her words may have been cut off by the door closing, but there was no way to be sure.
She was glad she didn’t eat. Her stomach churned as the strange sky craft started to lift. It wasn’t exactly a smooth ride, and it almost felt as if she were tilting from side to side.
It rose a couple yards, than a couple more. It kept rising until we were well over 400 feet off the ground.
She didn’t feel right, almost as if she were sitting on a wood board, that was balanced over a ball. But said board was on the verge of tipping.
“Are you sure this thing is safe?” She asks, fearful. She felt as if she shouldn’t doubt, but at the same time she was almost sure this strange craft could tip and fall from the sky.
She didn’t receive a response. She tried again, but still nothing. She cursed her luck. The man couldn’t see her, nor hear her. In case of emergency she wouldn’t dare touch him, or wave a hand in front of his face. The last thing she needed was a distracted driver.
She clutched her harness as the machine dipped. It didn’t fall, just drop a few feet before rising again. The pilot didn’t react.
If you pilots not panicking, neither should I.
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She repeated the phrase, as if it would bring her comfort, or make it any more true if she resisted it like a manantra.
The ride was silent and awkward. She found herself wanting it to be over, while battling the thought that she never wanted to reach her destination.
It took at least four and a half hours, at the least. She only knew this because of a small meter inside the aircraft, and the dial went around four and a half times, and she only noticed it a few minutes after takeoff. She assumed it ment time, but wasn’t sure.
The landing wasn’t soft, and felt like dropping several feet, pausing, and repeating the cycle. She grunted slightly when the vehicle hit the dirt, but she wasn’t hurt.
“It’s currently fifteen minutes to noon, I was instructed not to leave until you are back in the Hover. Or until I have confirmation you have deceased, then I have permission to leave you here and evacuate. I prefer the first option.” The strange pilot spoke.
May started, “Thanks…” she trailed off. She couldn’t tell if she was asking a question or saying something more statement like.
The door hissed open, and she stepped out cautiously. May was almost sure she would empty her stomach if she had any food in her system. She was greatfull for this, but at the same time, her body shook. She hadn’t eaten since Finn’s assassination attempt.
Sure that was only yesterday morning, she had gone much longer without anything, but it was enough to weaken any person.
Hannah was usually the type to be early. May was usually the type too show up thirty seconds before expected.
She sat on a large boulder, slightly covered in snow, which she brushed away. Dispite the layer of ice over the ground, there was not a single shiver in Mays bones. The strange outfit must have some sort of insulation.
“How the hell are you not freezing your tits off?” Hanna says, her boots crunching in the snow noisily. A puffy coat is wrapped around her, making her look almost dwarfed.
“One hell of an entrance. How did you even pass basic training, let alone get accepted? I could hear you stomping from a mile away.” May teases, things feeling almost normal.
“I’m not fighting a Villain, May, I have no reason to be secretive or defensive.”
“Han, I am a Villain now. You realize that right?”
“No, you just chose wrong, were brainwashed, it’s not your fault. I’m here to convince you too come back. And for the record, you aren’t even on our list. Everyone thinks your dead. The high coucil might know the truth, but everyone thinks you died a long time ago. Little May could never, she was simply just to innocent. If you com back now-“
“No.”
“If you come back now,” she continues, “no-one has to know. We can forget about it. Forget about your dead little fling.”
“Hannah, he isn’t dead. He is just mostly dead. And you need to leave him alone. You all do” May sturnly spits.
“May, I’m telling you right now, you need to stop it. Your my little sister, I don’t want to hurt you, but I will.”
“I just need you to help me find the person who did it. Then you can forget I ever existed. You can tell everyone I’m dead, and so is Finn. We don’t want this, Hannah! We just want safety. We want to be able to love each other, and for you to stop killing people!”
“I only hurt bad people May! That’s it! People who hurt other people.”
“You’re right. Some people need to be caught. But not at the expense of innocents. Finn never hurt anyone!”
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_“Oh bullshit! You _know damn well he has a whole dungeon, full of people. He has killed most of them too.”
“Hannah answer this one question. How many times has he come after you? Or the hero’s specifically, I guess.”
“Twice on record.” She says coolly.
“And how many men came after him?”
“… a lot more than two.” She rolls her eyes, “Because he was a bad person that needed to be caught. He killed every man who came after him.”
“And you guys killed his baby. His baby Hannah. And his wife. And for what? To catch someone probably trying to create a sense of justice? Which is all they do by the way. Villains don’t choose to be Villains. There can’t be a Villain without a hero. You aren’t above anyone. The difference between the two of them, is Villains only hurt who hurt them first. Hero’s kill whoever they are told. Under any circumstances, so they can get the fame, be seen as the saviors. But the truth is, you both want justice, but Hero’s only want justice when it benefits them. Villains want life to be fair, hero’s want life to be merciful towards them. Villains kill innocent people, but so do hero’s”
A deep breath, then a few more, May almost panting after the tangent she just went on.
“May listen to you’re self…”
“No, you listen to me. You need to get rid of whatever delusional egotistical voice is telling you you are in the right. You’re wrong, and you know it. Don’t deny it. Stop being selfish.”
“I’m not selfish! I’m out here trying to help you find whoever killed you’re little Fuck-buddy! It could cost me my job, and you know I’ve tried to be a hero for years. And why are you even looking for the assassin? I’m out here trying to help and for what? As if it will do anything. He’s _dead. Gone. _And that’s how it’s going to stay weather you find him or not.”
“No, no it will.”
“May, it won’t. You want closure? Is that what you need? Any sane person would put a bullet through the cowards skull if they had a chance.”
“Hannah you have one more chance.”
“Before what? You decide you want to find someone else to help you?”
“Before I pull out a gun and put a bullet between your eyes for killing him.”
Hannah’s face goes dark. Emotionless, almost cruel. May had never seen anything like it before, not from her. And especially not directed at her. She looked almost demonic, a sly smile creeping onto her face.
“I fear I beat you too it little Millie-May.” She unzipps her large jacket, letting it hit the snow, revealing a basic skin tight suit, with weapons strapped to her person. “Whoever designed your little ‘unidentifiable armor’, is a moron really. They left your weakest spots exposed. I truly do love you, I do, so just know that seeing your brains splatter is going to be truly hard for me.”
