"Hey, that rhymes!" Then he paused. How could he see those words hovering above him? For that matter, where was he? He looked around frantically, to see that he was floating in some sort of white void. As he looked around one last time, another figure came drifting towards him. He blinked. His beloved? But she had perished in the last battle!
"You're dead," she said, as if she sensed his confusion. "And now you can see what your world truly was. Nothing but the imagination of some higher author. And in your death, you have reached what might be called heaven. All those who died before you are here."
"H-heaven? How is this heaven?"
She looked distinctly annoyed. "For one thing, I'm here. Is that not what you have wanted in your heaven? And from here, we can watch what happens to our friends. I am sure they will win. We are the protagonists, after all."
"B-but-how are you taking all this so calmly?"
"Ah, I've been here a while."
"But you only died a few days ago!"
"It took the author several weeks to finish writing the scene between my death and yours. Now calm down, and relax. You can't influence the mortal world anymore, so you might as well enjoy this one."
8) Innocence
"There are many things that I have no idea about," I say to the Wingull on my shoulder. He gives a sympathetic cry of "Gull!"
"I remember some things, like your species, but I can't remember anything about my past! At least I know enough not to trust that woman...I haven't been reduced to the innocence of a child. That would be a worrisome thing." Even as I ramble, I notice how Wingull looks distracted.
"Are you thinking about your friend? That Natu?" He nods vigorously. I sigh. "He sacrificed himself to save us...at least I think he did," I add hastily. "He could still be alive...maybe. Perhaps. Perhaps he was just captured."
Wingull gives another cry, leaning against my neck. I know we should keep moving, or else we might end up in deeper danger. Someone might come after us, now that I know of their existence. But this place is so comfortable, and I am still so tired. Wingull is already asleep...and that is the last thing I notice before I, too, drift off.
9) Drive
"Watch out!" screamed a voice as the bus tore around a corner. "Where did you learn to drive anyways?"
"In a truck, on the freeway, when I was 14!" the man replied. The woman in the back snorted angrily. Still, the speed was necessary, seeing how there were several vans and motorcycles in pursuit. She figured that, if they could just lose their pursuers, they would be home free.
"Are they still after us?" she called towards the further back of the bus.
"Yeah, sis," replied a voice. A somewhat younger woman was gripping the windowsill, her face pressed against the back window. Occasionally, she would duck as a bullet shot at the glass. However, so far it had been able to take all the hits. A faint spiderweb pattern was beginning to form across the back, though.
"Do I have to keep watching?" she added. "This stupid window's going to break soon, I can feel it."
"No, you don't," replied the driver grimly. "I've got a way to lose them for sure."
"What do you m-" the woman began to ask. The words caught in her throat as she noticed the railing they were speeding towards. The railing overlooking the ocean.
"Oh, you are not doing what I think you are about to d-"
CRASH!
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